Swear I will be a Sunday morning son.
Breathing light, stop looking in a deep black tunnel,
See the sun´s birth, living the day as the night.
It don´t take that much. Alright

Swear I will be a Sunday morning son.
Feeling my heart beating for a brand new song.
See the black bird singing high in the sky,
Believe in a god inside.

Swear I will be a Sunday morning son.
Breathing light, stop looking in a deep black tunnel,
See the sun´s birth, living the day as the night.
It don´t take that much. Alright

No I´m not this son but I feel alive,
And God knows I try.