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Andreas Johnson

Genres: Rock

Lost Religion Lyrics - Andreas Johnson

We've got a cabin on the East coast 

where we live and love by our own rules 

some people might call us strange, girl 

but were not living among those fools 

We got our wine from a village nearby 

where the old men tell stories every night 

sometimes we sit down to listen - when the 

butcher blows the WINCTLE about the baker's wife 

There's a riddle down in heartland 

where the mystery sleeps alone 

and beyond the world of darkness 

we just celebrate our love to life 

as we face the rising dawn 

You don't know what it's like to be a 

walker of the lost religion 

far away the listless world 

a fairytale you never heard 

you don't know how it feels 

to be a victim of the lost religion 

where life is so indestructible and our faith 

so untouchable as we live and love 

by the lost religion 

We get our milk from the milkman 

who gets it from his sister's cow 

who is fed by the green grass 

sowed by the owner to the cow 

And as we live our lives in heartland 

where the mystery sleeps alone 

and beyond the world of darkness 

we just celebrate our love to life 

as we face the rising dawn 

You don't know what it's like to be a 

walker of the lost religion 

far away the listless world 

a fairytale you never heard 

you don't know how it feels 

to be a victim of the lost religion 

where life is so indestructible and our faith 

so untouchable as we live and love 

by the lost religion 

Some day love is like an ocean 

filled with all the gifts that life can give 

some people struggle hard for emotions 

tryn' to find that code in life to live by 

well I ain't singing for my brother 

he already got his share 

I ain't dancing for my sister 

cause she's already there 

You don't know what it's like to be a 

walker of the lost religion 

far away the listless world 

a fairytale you never heard 

you don't know how it feels 

to be a victim of the lost religion 

where life is so indestructible and our faith 

so untouchable as we live and love 

by the lost religion 

by the lost religion 

Are you remember?