Veranda Hymnal

[Verse 1]
I'm the cold stone under your Nikes, half-past June
Watching you map the city lights out like a borrowed room
You trace the Fremont Bridge with your thumb on the railing
A prayer for every passing car, a faith that isn't failing

[Chorus]
This is a new religion (I see it now)
Your two-person schism (I hear the vow)
I'm the altar, you're the gospel, it's a given
This is holy ground you're living

[Verse 2]
You shivered in your thin jean jacket, turned to him and said
"I think this is the first clean minute inside my own head"
The smell of coming rain on the West Hills asphalt
I hold that sentence in my seams, a memory in basalt

[Chorus]
This is a new religion (I see it now)
Your two-person schism (I hear the vow)
I'm the altar, you're the gospel, it's a given
This is holy ground you're living

[Bridge]
I've held the tourists and the runaways, the prom-night cries
Just ephemera against the sunrise in their eyes
But you two, you are different, a root in a crack
You mended something in me that I'm never getting back

[Chorus]
This is a new religion (I see it now)
Your two-person schism (I hear the vow)
I'm the altar, you're the gospel, it's a given
This is holy ground you're living

[Outro]
(Holy ground, you're living)
I'm the cold stone under your Nikes