Churches
Words and Music by Jordana Glasser

The peacock eats thorns for her resurrection
Has more to say than a thousand Christians who pray
Letís run away from Sunday morning
At night weíll light the churches on fire
My soul, my soul is home again

Chorus
Under the cross, mix your blood in mine
Your body keeps me alive
The river from Eden, it flows naked
As I, I am home again
Yes I, I am home again

Letís go undercover and see that the night falls
Come warm my flesh with the fire thatís there in your eyes
Your eyes bring me home
Letís chant in the garden until all the dead rise
And win the hearts of our ancestor tribe
My soul, my soul is home again

(Repeat Chorus)

They silence the lamb
And crown Bethlehem
He stoned all the sinners
And they called him a good man

Letís go to the show where lions perform
And weíll kill our Brothers until we are free
I am home again, I am home
Letís run away from Sunday morning
At night weíll light the churches on fire
My soul, my soul is home again

(Repeat Chorus)

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