Cinematic Saints - there's no leaving this place

When you were twenty you bought your funeral gown
Picked out a church with their banner hanging upside down
Empty cathedrals, and the choir is singing way too loud
Even that rusty old organ can't drown them out

It's far too cold outside to walk
And there's nothing left to talk about
So we'll sit and try to keep warm inside
But, now your hand feels different in mine

Searching each other for something to believe in
You're stuck drinking up your mother's pity again
I don't want to sleep next to a fleeting shadow
I don't really know where that leaves us now

It's far too cold outside to walk
And there's nothing left to talk about
So we'll sit and try to keep warm inside
But, now your hand feels different in mine

It's far too cold outside to walk
And there's nothing left to talk about
So we'll sit and try to keep warm inside
But, now your hand feels different in mine

But, now your hand feels different in mine

Written by:
Brian Shields, Ethan Norton, Hayley Lewis

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