Our Last Escape - Aaron 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