Sundays

[Verso 1]
 
F#m         E         A 
 I need you like the air 
          E     A 
 That is in my lungs, 
                  E 
 That sustains my life, 
F#m          E      A 
 I need you like a deer 
        E      A 
 Pants for the water 
                  E 
 In a land that's dry, 
 


[Pré-Refrão]
 
          F#m     E     D 
 There's a hunger in my soul, 
      A     F#m     E 
 And in my heart I know, 
 


[Refrão]
 
        F#m   E      A 
 If you only ate on Sundays 
           F#m         D       A 
 You would starve down to your bones, 
         F#m        E      A 
 If you drove your car on empty, 
       E            F#m 
 You'd never make it home, 
D              A 
 I don't wanna live 
   E         D        F#m 
 A stagnant, lukewarm faith, 
      D        A 
 When I gotta give 
    E          D      F#m 
 My heart with no restraints, 
                             D 
 'Cause my soul would waste away 
            E        F#m 
 If I only ate on Sundays, 
 


[Verso 2]
 
F#m             E     A 
 I was walking on the line, 
                 E     A 
 This world and the divine, 
                   E 
 And now I'm going in, 
F#m                E       A 
 I'm done standing on the side, 
                       A 
 You gave me all Your life, 
                      E 
 Now I will give You mine, 
 


[Pré-Refrão]
 
         F#m     E     D 
There's a hunger in my soul, 
      A        D         E 
Oh, I need you more and more, 
 


[Refrão]
 
D              A 
 I don't wanna live 
   E         D        F#m 
 A stagnant, lukewarm faith, 
      D        A 
 When I gotta give 
    E          D      F#m 
 My heart with no restraints, 
                             D 
 'Cause my soul would waste away 
            E       F#m A 
 If I only ate on Sundays, 
 


[Ponte]
 
  F#m A 
Sundays 
                E 
That would be a waste, 
                A       E      F#m A 
I don't want my soul to starve away, 
    E 
Oh, Lord, 
 


[Pré-Refrão]
 
          F#m     E     D 
 There's a hunger in my soul, 
      A     F#m     E 
 And in my heart I know, 
 


[Refrão]
 
            F#m   E      A 
 That if you only ate on Sundays 
           F#m         D       A 
 You would starve down to your bones, 
         F#m        E      A 
 If you drove your car on empty, 
       E            F#m 
 You'd never make it home, 
D              A 
 I don't wanna live 
   E         D        F#m 
 A stagnant, lukewarm faith, 
      D        A 
 When I gotta give 
    E          D      F#m 
 My heart with no restraints, 
                             D 
 'Cause my soul would waste away 
            E        F#m 
 If I only ate on Sundays,