Momento anti-religioso

i’ve been to pretty buildings
all in search of you
i have lit all the candles
sat in all the pews

the desert had been done before
but i didn’t even care
i got sand in both my shoes and
scorpions in my hair

i saw that
oh the distance is not do-able
in these bodies of clay my brother
oh the distance, it makes me uncomfortable
guess it’s natural to feel this way

let’s hold out for somethin’ sweeter
spread your wings and fly

my car became the church, and i
the worshipper of silence there
in a moment peace came over me
and the one who was beatin’ my heart appeared and…

oh the distance is not do-able
in these bodies of clay my brother
oh the distance, it makes me uncomfortable
guess it’s natural to feel this way

oh, are we locked into these bodies?
are we anything at all
let’s hold out for something sweeter
spread your wings and fly

this distance is dreamin’
we’re already there tonight

— The Distance, Live – do (excelente) álbum The Distance to Here
(letras de Edward Kowalzyk – responsável por vocais, guitarra, letras, melodias, e uma das melhores vozes que eu já ouvi)

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