I’m finding it hard to believe you
when our God lives in a suite on the floor above
with words misused to destroy the proofs
as she’s tearing up, tearing up, tearing up this plywood love

social minds can’t deceive this
when the dial tone’s the sweetest prize
’cause people side with the best ones
twenty years too late and half alive

you’re half alive…

Lyrics submitted by Popper1777

Sunday Night Maybes song meanings
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