Booth
Sundays we drive in town to step in the silver screen
Our weekly covenant of where and now and be
We do confess to hold a single sacrament
Deliverance from difference, it is a heaven send
And here we take the roadway mostly traveled by
In sold out theatres the real is rushing by
Strength in numbers the voices of the crowd
Shouting to join the liberation of the loud and undercover
It was our last escape
Baby, our last escape
And how we long to taste the flavor of the week
We navigate the aisles for body blood belief
Take, eat this kernal of our culture closing fast
And old communion has secured a modern mass
And when the clouds roll in to take us by surprise
I will be laughing as you roll your eyes
Tears of two dimensions are sweet as holy wine
And so we wake inside the holiest of scenes
Movie credits never come in character we dream
We know love will conquer and heroes do prevail
The happy ending’s printed on the popcorn pail
Anointed with butter
It was our last escape
Baby, our last escape
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