Born on a Sunday

Will you ever take a look at my faith Not the one that will divide us Don't you ever throw the book at my face Not the one that makes us judges Cause I don't know I don't know I was destined to be led astray I was born on a Sunday Wish that I would find the peace to pray Wish I'd find a doorway Let it grow Take it slow I'm supposed to believe in what could be But I can't believe what I see If you want some answers, raise your hand And help your neighbour stand On we go On we go This has never been my kind of show Though I'd love to see it glow Respect that I don't reflect on what's up, no Let me figure out what's down below Down below Down below