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(Verse)
The Dionysian patter suddenly out of place
(Which I attribute more meaning to than Iâm meaning to)
And in this wicked place your goodness crashes over me
Like waves into broken glass on the beach
When washed up wrapped in a cast off divinity is you
(Chorus)
(Youâve got a lot of life itâs something to see it)
A bit of good religion I can believe in
(Just a little sacrament the back of my ears wet)
A bit of good religion, a bit of good religion
(Verse)
Oh, how untouchable the craters of the moon
I count the times I trip on them as something cruel
My palm quite picky to claim theyâre not so luminous
Because youâve touched its skin and kicked up some dust
Well, the path in lights isnât hard to trust when Iâm with you
(Chorus)
(Youâve got a lot of life itâs something to see it)
A bit of good religion I can believe in
(Just a little sacrament the back of my ears wet)
A bit of good religion, a bit of good religion
(Interlude)
But in a certain light the gilded flaking
Your face consumed by fire for a flickering second
But how my mindâs gets tired so I might be mistaken
(Chorus)
(Youâve got a lot of life itâs something to see it)
A bit of good religion I can believe in
(Just a little sacrament the back of my ears wet)
A bit of good religion, a bit of good religion