Sunday bells, incense in the air
Flashback nights, I’m already there
Used to watch it like a lullaby
Now I know exactly why

Angels & Demons on repeat, childhood glow
Didn’t question it back then, just let it flow
But grown now, I see it clear
Something sacred got… reengineered

Old school rules, catechism lines
But I got my own confessions in mind
If faith is a feeling, I won’t pretend
Mine bends where the saints descend

I’d drop to my knees—call it prayer
In the dark with the candle glare
Hands together, say my name
Holy water, holy flame

I’d drop to my knees—no delay
Say amen in a different way
Comfort film, but now I see
What it did to the grown-up me

Former Catholic school kid, straight-faced sin
Uniform pressed, but the thoughts crept in
Latin words, but the meaning changed
Every lesson rearranged

Camerlengo Patrick McKenna in black and white
Got me rethinking wrong and right
If devotion looks like this
Don’t ask me to resist

Sign of the cross, but I don’t behave
There’s a different kind of faith I crave
Say it loud, I won’t be discreet
My altar lives where desire meets

I’d drop to my knees—call it prayer
In the dark with the candle glare
Hands together, say my name
Holy water, holy flame

I’d drop to my knees—no delay
Say amen in a different way
Comfort film, but now I see
What it did to the grown-up me

Ron Howard knew exactly what to do
Gave us Ewan McGregor in that holy view
Collar tight, but the tension loose
Yeah, that casting? absolute use

Soft voice hiding something wild
Saint on the surface, but I’m not a child
Call it blessing, call it a sin
Either way, I’m all locked in

Bless me, Father—don’t ask why
I’m just chasing a different high
If this is wrong, I’ll take the blame
Still saying “amen” all the same

Sign of the cross, but I don’t behave
There’s a different kind of faith I crave
Say it loud, I won’t be discreet
My altar lives where desire meets

Credits roll, I don’t confess
Some things don’t need forgiveness
Comfort film, but it rewired me
Now I pray a little differently