Ian Reid - Church Lyrics

Logos, Agon
Create sad songs
Bank-rank checkmate
Wait for next days

I haven't seen you standing at your altar
But you are not the only one who's faltered

Tracing small shapes
Goodnights, off days
Bedroom, too much
"Find a new crutch"

No conviction when I speak your gospel
I always was a pretty shit apostle

Trembling fingers
Neck scars linger
Pavement, godlike
Pray for prom night

I just wanna overgrow with vines
You could too, we'd overdose on time
If nothing's bigger than me, shouldn't I feel bigger?
I just don't wanna be alone. But that's the kicker

I could yell, I could level cathedrals
We're pretty small for the root of all evil

It feels like I just got here
Feels like I just got here
Feels like I just got here
Feels like I just got here
Feels like I just got here
What d'you mean, you're "not here"?
But when all the fog clears
We're here
We're here
We're here
We're all here