The ghost of Sunday morning is hoping I'm awake The ticking of the silence is keeping me insane If I wait forever will I get my way? I can finally see you now I'm looking away And I'll pay for what you paid for And you'll pay And I'll leave with what I left with And I'll stay The ticking of the silence is keeping me awake The ghost of Sunday morning is stretching out the day And I'll pay for what you paid for And you'll pay And I'll leave with what I left with And I'll stay And I'll pray And I'll pray And I'll prey on my prey.