12. Sundays

Sundays aren’t the same anymore
I think it started when we unlocked the door
Now we let strangers and all sorts come in
We’d like to meet them but we don’t know where they’ve been
Sundays aren’t the same anymore

Sundays aren’t the same anymore
What do they have to keep changing it for?
I just want to come and sing the same old hymns
Kneel down confess the same old sins
Sundays aren’t the same anymore

Services should stay the same as before
We only know one way to adore
You can preach heresy and we won’t make a sound
But try new liturgy and we’ll bring the place down
Sundays aren’t the same anymore

The music is all that I come for
The vicar says I should look beyond my score
He says I should look at my faith
I’d much rather just study the stave
Sundays aren’t the same anymore

Sundays aren’t the same anymore
Spontaneity is such a bore
Keep it the same and it will never be dead
Don’t you forget that’s what the Pharisees said
Sundays aren’t the same anymore

Sundays will stay the same evermore