Music: Adam Klopp
Sunday, Sunday light
Whispered in her ear reciting
You were one of us, one of us, one of us, you were one of us
Sunday, Sunday light
From the damage indecide me
You were one of us, one of us, one of us, you were one of us
Sunday, Sunday light
Donning apron so surprising
You were one of us, one of us, one of us, you were one of us
Sunday, Sunday light
Bouts of talking swift and hiding
One of us, one of us, you were one of us
Why, why, why, are you silent on the ride home?
I'd love to see the temple with you
Heavenly and bright, golden angel twisted scathing
You were one of us, one of us, one of us, you were one of us
Sunday, Sunday light
Flickers still instill infide me
You were one of us, one of us, one of us, you were one of us
Ha ha ha ha ha ha, isn't it funny?
With all judges in a circle, with his best buddy
Blood red drive drift us behind in the other room
And take the hand of glory, that's through
Why, why, why, are you silent on the radar?
I'd love to see the temple with you