Sunday In Heaven - Zella Day

Lyrics by：Zella Day/Simon Wilcox

Composed by：Zella Day/Simon Wilcox

Mmm-hmm mmm-hmm

Mmm-hmm mmm-hmm

It's Sunday in Heaven

The poppies won't bloom

They are laying down for a nap

On the couch in God's living room

It's Sunday in Heaven

And nobody is saved

'Cause Jesus is in the park

Playing kickball for the rest of the day

Their phones are off and they don't want to talk

It's been a long week and their patience is shot

It's Sunday way up in Heaven

Mmm-hmm mmm-hmm

Mmm-hmm mmm-hmm

It's Sunday in Heaven

Picking prickly pears

I'm rolling around in the dirt

Getting bubblegum stuck in my hair

It's Sunday in Heaven

It's been a long year

I'm killing time turning water to wine

And I'm waiting for you right here

Oh nobody smokes and they don't get my jokes

I'm wonderin' if they sent you down below

I'll spend forever way up in Heaven

Mmm-hmm mmm-hmm

Mmm-hmm

Way up in heaven