12. Sundays

Sundays arenít the same anymore
I think it started when we unlocked the door
Now we let strangers and all sorts come in
Weíd like to meet them but we donít know where theyíve been
Sundays arenít the same anymore

Sundays arenít 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 arenít the same anymore

Services should stay the same as before
We only know one way to adore
You can preach heresy and we wonít make a sound
But try new liturgy and weíll bring the place down
Sundays arenít 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
Iíd much rather just study the stave
Sundays arenít the same anymore

Sundays arenít the same anymore
Spontaneity is such a bore
Keep it the same and it will never be dead
Donít you forget thatís what the Pharisees said
Sundays arenít the same anymore

Sundays will stay the same evermore