Disillusioned B.c.
Alleluia
Glory to the system
Praise the name of the great land
That's anti-sin
Everyone from everywhere
Is welcome but we'll
Never make it in
Any person can arrive,
Can believe, doesn't
Matter who they are
Spreading gospel and
Accepting others, though
The latter won't go far
You and i
Won't make it to the clouds
I'm quite too expressive
And you are quite too loud
If heaven ain't an option
We can aim straight for the moon
Yes, honey, i promise someday
On some Sunday afternoon
We'll be there
Folded hands replaced by
Holding hands, fingers crossed
Under city lights
Saints all turn their heads
Making me wonder why there
Are no stars tonight
Kneeling here beside you
Listening to the man tell
Us how we're evil
Squeeze my hand, i smile
Wondering what's so wrong with
Just loving people?
The millions against us, i wish that they knew me
I just heard a homily about how we're wrong
Yet i'd steal the moon like that guy in that movie
And give you the moon like that girl in that song
Me and you
Won't make it to the sky
You're too scared of angels
And i'm too afraid to fly
If heaven ain't an option
We can aim straight for the moon
Yes, honey, i promise someday
On some Sunday afternoon
We'll be there
Glory to the system
Praise the name of the great land
That's anti-sin
Everyone from everywhere
Is welcome but we'll
Never make it in
Any person can arrive,
Can believe, doesn't
Matter who they are
Spreading gospel and
Accepting others, though
The latter won't go far
You and i
Won't make it to the clouds
I'm quite too expressive
And you are quite too loud
If heaven ain't an option
We can aim straight for the moon
Yes, honey, i promise someday
On some Sunday afternoon
We'll be there
Folded hands replaced by
Holding hands, fingers crossed
Under city lights
Saints all turn their heads
Making me wonder why there
Are no stars tonight
Kneeling here beside you
Listening to the man tell
Us how we're evil
Squeeze my hand, i smile
Wondering what's so wrong with
Just loving people?
The millions against us, i wish that they knew me
I just heard a homily about how we're wrong
Yet i'd steal the moon like that guy in that movie
And give you the moon like that girl in that song
Me and you
Won't make it to the sky
You're too scared of angels
And i'm too afraid to fly
If heaven ain't an option
We can aim straight for the moon
Yes, honey, i promise someday
On some Sunday afternoon
We'll be there
Credits
Writer(s): Jude Magnolia
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