Our Last Escape - Lyrics - Aaron Booth

Booth Sundays we drive in town to step in the silver screen Our weekly covenant of where and now and be We do confess to hold a single sacrament Deliverance from difference, it is a heaven send And here we take the roadway mostly traveled by In sold out theatres the real is rushing by Strength in numbers the voices of the crowd Shouting to join the liberation of the loud and undercover It was our last escape Baby, our last escape And how we long to taste the flavor of the week We navigate the aisles for body blood belief Take, eat this kernal of our culture closing fast And old communion has secured a modern mass And when the clouds roll in to take us by surprise I will be laughing as you roll your eyes Tears of two dimensions are sweet as holy wine And so we wake inside the holiest of scenes Movie credits never come in character we dream We know love will conquer and heroes do prevail The happy ending’s printed on the popcorn pail Anointed with butter It was our last escape Baby, our last escape