Sunday Morning
Sunday Morning Reflections: Navigating Love's Museums and Broken Promises
Lyrics
Sunday morning, rise again
Welcoming a new Sunday morning, starting anew.
Waking from a week long dead end
Emerging from a week filled with unproductive or challenging situations.
Sing it loud and scream it out
Expressing oneself loudly and passionately.
This is what it's all about isn't it?
Reflecting on the purpose or essence of life.
With a stale stomach and a guilty conscience
Feeling discomfort and guilt, particularly regarding unkept promises.
I don't believe a single one of my promises
Expressing skepticism about one's own sincerity, especially in private moments.
That I utter in the dark
Making promises or statements during difficult times, possibly with uncertainty.
Hold my hand over my heart and hope to die
Taking an oath with a symbolic gesture, emphasizing sincerity.
Sunday morning, I'll be damned
Expressing frustration or dismay on another Sunday morning.
Dead leaves on a fruitless branch
Using imagery of dead leaves on a barren branch to convey a sense of hopelessness.
Destined to be cut
Feeling destined for disappointment or failure.
Your house became a museum
Comparing someone's house to a museum, possibly indicating stagnation or lack of change.
I am just an artifact of what your love can become
Seeing oneself as a representation of what love has the potential to become.
But they're crushing your carpentry between their fists
Describing external forces as destructive to one's craftsmanship or efforts.
Deciding what you'd say if you ever got the chance
Contemplating potential responses if given an opportunity to speak.
Now I'm burning both ends
Experiencing stress or pressure from both sides of a situation.
I'm your liar and your friend,
Accepting the dual role of being both a deceiver and a companion.
As if i could ever be both at once
Expressing doubt about the ability to fulfill conflicting roles simultaneously.
Sunday morning, rise again
Repeating the theme of rising on a new Sunday morning.
Waking from a week long dread
Awakening from a week filled with dread or anxiety.
Of what I'll find when I open my eyes
Anticipating the unknown or potentially unwelcome when opening one's eyes.
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