Sunday
Unveiling Hidden Truths: Tori Kelly's Sunday Revelations
Lyrics
When the world looks at me
Contemplating how the world perceives the singer
I wonder what they see
Curiosity about the impressions others have of the singer
Underneath these eyes
Referencing the hidden emotions beneath the surface
Oh, smiles masquerade as pain
Smiles concealing pain, potentially a facade
And grow up to be shame
Smiles transforming into shame as time progresses
Then leave me with a lie
Dealing with deception and the aftermath of lies
I know they, they don't see my flaws
Awareness that others may not perceive personal flaws
Or these hidden scars
Acknowledging hidden emotional wounds
And all the mess I've made
Reflecting on personal mistakes and chaos
Oh, so don't, don't let Sunday fool ya
Caution against being deceived by appearances on Sundays
Here's my hallelujah
Expressing gratitude and praise
Every single day, I'm running to Your grace
Seeking grace every day
I'm tired of this dirty heart
Frustration with a morally tainted heart
That keeps our world apart
The corrupted heart creating distance in relationships
I need Your loving fire (need Your loving fire)
Desire for the purifying and passionate love of God
And even in these church clothes
Even in religious settings, unable to hide true self
I can't dress up my soul
Recognition that external appearances don't reflect inner truth
To be free is my desire
Expressing the longing for freedom
I'm so far from where they think I am
Feeling distant from others' perceptions
But when I raise my hands
Raising hands as a symbolic reach for a better life
I'm reaching out for life
Seeking a meaningful connection or purpose
Oh, so don't, don't let Sunday fool ya
Reiteration of not being deceived on Sundays
Here's my hallelujah
Reaffirmation of gratitude and praise
Every single day, I'm running to Your grace
Continued pursuit of grace on a daily basis
I know they, they don't see my flaws
Acknowledgment that personal flaws go unnoticed by others
Or these hidden scars
Recognition of hidden emotional wounds
And all the mess I've made
Reflection on personal mistakes and their consequences
Oh, so don't, don't let Sunday fool ya
Reiteration of not being deceived on Sundays
Here's my hallelujah
Reaffirmation of gratitude and praise
Every single day, I'm running to Your grace
Continued pursuit of grace on a daily basis
Running to Your grace
Continued pursuit of grace
Oh, I need it every day
Emphasizing the constant need for grace
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