New Religion
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โฑ๏ธ 4:22 duration
๐ ID: 25460880
๐ Lyrics
So it's been ages, miles and pages
All of those things that tell a story
Of catastrophe and glory
All of the hard stuff, it toughened us up
Ever the artists, punks and rebels
We wore defeats like they were medals
Back when we thought that
Time and love and hope were equal
Before the storms of life made us different people
I used to find myself walking through cathedrals
And for the price of pocket change
I'd light a candle in your name
I'm no believer in saints or seers
When every answer begged more questions
Was that a blessing or a lesson?
And all of the hard stuff, turned into hard love
Chasing your ghost down dead end streets
I was forever incomplete
In the time it takes a phone to ring in my back pocket
It's like a thousand years ignited like a rocket
I would have given anything to stop it
As a stranger's voice droned on
Explaining you were gone
You were star dust, now you're cosmic
It's been ages, miles and pages
All of those things that make a story
Our catastrophes and glory
All of the journeys and their traveling mercies
Taught me how to stop and listen
And I found a new religion
My church is under canopies of oak trees
And the songs I hear make me feel they know me
There's never been a place I've found that feels more holy
Numinous and complete
No more ghosts and dead end streets
Where air and spirit meet, and rebel hearts still beat
They're still beating
All of those things that tell a story
Of catastrophe and glory
All of the hard stuff, it toughened us up
Ever the artists, punks and rebels
We wore defeats like they were medals
Back when we thought that
Time and love and hope were equal
Before the storms of life made us different people
I used to find myself walking through cathedrals
And for the price of pocket change
I'd light a candle in your name
I'm no believer in saints or seers
When every answer begged more questions
Was that a blessing or a lesson?
And all of the hard stuff, turned into hard love
Chasing your ghost down dead end streets
I was forever incomplete
In the time it takes a phone to ring in my back pocket
It's like a thousand years ignited like a rocket
I would have given anything to stop it
As a stranger's voice droned on
Explaining you were gone
You were star dust, now you're cosmic
It's been ages, miles and pages
All of those things that make a story
Our catastrophes and glory
All of the journeys and their traveling mercies
Taught me how to stop and listen
And I found a new religion
My church is under canopies of oak trees
And the songs I hear make me feel they know me
There's never been a place I've found that feels more holy
Numinous and complete
No more ghosts and dead end streets
Where air and spirit meet, and rebel hearts still beat
They're still beating
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.26] So it's been ages, miles and pages
[00:17.85] All of those things that tell a story
[00:21.36] Of catastrophe and glory
[00:24.32] All of the hard stuff, it toughened us up
[00:30.86] Ever the artists, punks and rebels
[00:34.14] We wore defeats like they were medals
[00:37.33] Back when we thought that
[00:38.94] Time and love and hope were equal
[00:43.80] Before the storms of life made us different people
[00:50.30] I used to find myself walking through cathedrals
[00:57.01] And for the price of pocket change
[01:00.12] I'd light a candle in your name
[01:03.34] I'm no believer in saints or seers
[01:09.59] When every answer begged more questions
[01:12.98] Was that a blessing or a lesson?
[01:16.08] And all of the hard stuff, turned into hard love
[01:22.56] Chasing your ghost down dead end streets
[01:25.60] I was forever incomplete
[01:28.84] In the time it takes a phone to ring in my back pocket
[01:35.65] It's like a thousand years ignited like a rocket
[01:42.77] I would have given anything to stop it
[01:48.99] As a stranger's voice droned on
[01:52.29] Explaining you were gone
[01:55.60] You were star dust, now you're cosmic
[02:02.51]
[02:32.49] It's been ages, miles and pages
[02:38.96] All of those things that make a story
[02:42.44] Our catastrophes and glory
[02:45.49] All of the journeys and their traveling mercies
[02:52.20] Taught me how to stop and listen
[02:55.63] And I found a new religion
[02:58.80] My church is under canopies of oak trees
[03:05.26] And the songs I hear make me feel they know me
[03:11.39] There's never been a place I've found that feels more holy
[03:18.48] Numinous and complete
[03:21.29] No more ghosts and dead end streets
[03:24.65] Where air and spirit meet, and rebel hearts still beat
[03:31.10] They're still beating
[03:35.71]
[00:17.85] All of those things that tell a story
[00:21.36] Of catastrophe and glory
[00:24.32] All of the hard stuff, it toughened us up
[00:30.86] Ever the artists, punks and rebels
[00:34.14] We wore defeats like they were medals
[00:37.33] Back when we thought that
[00:38.94] Time and love and hope were equal
[00:43.80] Before the storms of life made us different people
[00:50.30] I used to find myself walking through cathedrals
[00:57.01] And for the price of pocket change
[01:00.12] I'd light a candle in your name
[01:03.34] I'm no believer in saints or seers
[01:09.59] When every answer begged more questions
[01:12.98] Was that a blessing or a lesson?
[01:16.08] And all of the hard stuff, turned into hard love
[01:22.56] Chasing your ghost down dead end streets
[01:25.60] I was forever incomplete
[01:28.84] In the time it takes a phone to ring in my back pocket
[01:35.65] It's like a thousand years ignited like a rocket
[01:42.77] I would have given anything to stop it
[01:48.99] As a stranger's voice droned on
[01:52.29] Explaining you were gone
[01:55.60] You were star dust, now you're cosmic
[02:02.51]
[02:32.49] It's been ages, miles and pages
[02:38.96] All of those things that make a story
[02:42.44] Our catastrophes and glory
[02:45.49] All of the journeys and their traveling mercies
[02:52.20] Taught me how to stop and listen
[02:55.63] And I found a new religion
[02:58.80] My church is under canopies of oak trees
[03:05.26] And the songs I hear make me feel they know me
[03:11.39] There's never been a place I've found that feels more holy
[03:18.48] Numinous and complete
[03:21.29] No more ghosts and dead end streets
[03:24.65] Where air and spirit meet, and rebel hearts still beat
[03:31.10] They're still beating
[03:35.71]