This song makes me so happy every time I listen to it. Thank you for making a song about us Christians who do not believe everything the church says. God bless this band and their talents 💛💛💛

Banjo and big bass timpani drums are so so so good and then the glass clinks....my heart is so full

MY PALMS AND FINGERS STILL REEK OF GASOLINE ‼️

lyrics: Like carillon bells, the house of Augustus rings With the echoing hymn of my fellow passerine, they took to it Like a fox to a burrow, like an eagle to an aerie And my god, it's getting hard to even hum a single thing, 'cause You were the song that I'd always sing You were the light that the fire would bring But I can't shake this feeling that I was only Pushing the spear into your side again See, my birds of a kind, the more and more are looking like Centurions than any little messiah (messiah) As I prune my feathers like leaves from a vine I find that we have fewer and fewer in kind, but My palms and fingers still reek of gasoline From throwing fuel to the fire of that Greco-Roman dream Purifying the holy rock to melt the gilded seams It don't bring me relief, no, it don't bring me nothing that You were the song that I'd always sing You were the light that the fire would bring But I can't shake this feeling that I was only Pushing the spear into your side again and again and

Notos

Constellations

Eurus

Passerine

Soap

I've Got a Few Friends & I Wish They Were Mine

The Record Player Song

Glitter

Smitten

Gut Punch/Don't Meet Your Idols

Bitter Water

Dear Wormwood

There Beneath

The Crane Wives - Hollow Moon

The Crane Wives - Take Me To War

Management 
Ben Baruch 																								Ben@11e1evengroup.com

Bookings (US): 																								
Jeffrey Hasson / Joe Atamian																					JHasson@paradigmagency.com																					jatamian@paradigmagency.com

Passerine

The Oh Hellos

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