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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
Details
GeneratedFeb 6, 2026
Duration3:24
LanguageEnglish
Style
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.
Credits
Prompt byTuneGlobal20
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Modern rock song about a younger guy having sexual thoughts and desires of an older woman at church, smut song
