Sunday Best
Eddie Byun, Timothy Noyes
Too soon, we're wakin' in the dark
We knew, still came as a shock
And we drive back to your hometown
The white roses on the ground
So you speak your mind in your Sunday best
Share some secret code that I don't know yet
He was good to you, it was sweet and pure
All the nights that you could've thanked him for
In this hotel bed when you switch the light
I am gonna try
I am gonna try
I am gonna try
Now I am gonna try
