Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Sunday suit Too tight at the seams Trying to stare at the hymn book Not the curve of your jeans You slide in late Hair up Lips red I cross myself But it’s you in my head [Chorus] You’re my sanctuary fever Blame it on the wine and bread Every time you bow down I lose the prayers I said Older Holy Dangerous Yeah I know I should repent But I’m burning in these pews for you Like every thought’s a sin I meant [Verse 2] You mouth the words I watch your tongue trace That soft laugh Lines at the edge of your face Wedding band Cold flash of truth Still I taste you Somewhere between guilt and youth [Chorus] You’re my sanctuary fever Blame it on the wine and bread Every time you bow down I lose the prayers I said Older Holy Dangerous Yeah I know I should repent But I’m burning in these pews for you Like every thought’s a sin I meant [Bridge] You pass the tray Your fingers brush mine (oh) Lightning in the quiet I drink you like a sign Eyes meet You linger One second too long I’m shaking I’m aching And every verse feels wrong [Chorus] You’re my sanctuary fever Blame it on the wine and bread Every time you bow down I lose the prayers I said Older Holy Dangerous Yeah I know I should repent But I’m burning in these pews for you And I’d worship every line you’ve bent
Tags
rock, Crunchy modern rock band, male vocals. Palm-muted verses with tense, syncopated drums and a grinding bass line; choruses explode with wide power chords and stacked shout-alongs. Bridge drops to tom-heavy groove and reverb-soaked guitar leads, then roars back into the final hook at full throttle. Vocals stay raw and forward, with occasional doubled lines for extra bite.
Duration
3:24
Instrumental
No
Created
2/6/2026