White Sunday

In the night
When the storm won't answer your prayers
And Whitsun bells won't hide the
Footsteps under the stairs
Well, I feel incredibly scared

Faith for the mob
Out on the weekend
Pacing the aisle
Well, I guess it's a Sunday
Hanging my head
Now there's heaven in sight
Oh, what a night

I'm falling away
I'm falling away
I'm falling away

Now I'm aware
That my pulse is racing again
My cousin's children tied my
Shoelace under the chair
And I feel incredibly scared

Sweat on the palms
And I'm out with the starters
Holding the hands of the
Mothers and daughters
Pain in the chest
What a terrible sight
Oh, what a night

I'm falling away
I'm falling away
I'm falling away
I'm falling away