โCigarettes & Saintsโ, the new song and music video from THE WONDER YEARS is streaming now below! The video was directed by Jeremi Mattern and shot in Austin, TX. The song is taken from the bandโs highly anticipated fifth studio album, “No Closer To Heaven”, which will be released September 4th on Hopeless Records. The 13-track album, recorded and produced by Steve Evetts and mixed by Phil Nicolo, is now available for pre-order. โCardinalsโ and โCigarettes & Saintsโ are offered as instant grat tracks when pre-ordered digitally or physically.
Lyrics:
Twice a week I pass by the church that held your funeral and pastorโs words coming pouring down like rain. How he called you a sinner but said now you walk with jesus, so the drugs that took your life arenโt gonna cause you any pain. I donโt think he even knew your name. I refused to kneel or pray. I wonโt remember you that way but I lit you a candle in every cathedral across Europe. I hope you know youโre still my patron saint. I tried to forgive but I canโt forget the cigar in his fist. I know that they were heartsick but I need someone to blame and I know how they blame me. I know what youโd say. Youโd tell me it was your fault. I should put all my arrows away. Iโm sure there ainโt a heaven, but that donโt mean I donโt like to picture you there. I bet youโre bumming cigarettes off saints. Iโm sure youโre still singing but Iโll bet that youโre still just a bit out of key. With that crooked smile pushing words across your teeth. You were heat lightning. You were a storm that never rolled in. You were the northern lights in a southern town, a caustic fleeting thing. Iโll bury your memories in the garden; Iโll watch them grow with the flowers in the spring. Iโll keep you with me. These wolves in their suits and ties saying โkid you can trust me.โ Charming southern drawl, sunken eyes. Buying good will in hotel lobbies. They got fistfuls of pills to make sure you donโt hurt no more. You donโt gotta feel anything. Got their fangs in our veins. Got their voice in our heads. Got our arms in their grips. No, we canโt shake free. This god damn machine; hungry and heartless. My whole generation got lost in the margin. We put our faith in you. You turned a profit. Now weโre drowning here under your waves. Drowning held under your waves. Drowning here. Drowning here. You canโt have my friends. You canโt have my brothers. You canโt have my friends. You canโt have my brothers. You canโt have my friends. You canโt have my brothers. You canโt have me. No, you canโt have me.