Stream the Wonder Years’ amazing new single, “Cigarettes & Saints,” and read the incredible lyrics

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photo: Heather Glock

Man oh man, is there a more anticipated album right now than the Wonder Years’ upcoming No Closer To Heaven? The first song to drop, “Cardinals,” was downright incredible, and now this new single, “Cigarettes & Saints,” is breathtaking in its emotional crescendos. How the fuck does this band keep doing it? I don’t know, but I’m so glad they do. Check out the official music video for the track:

And thanks to one fastidious Redditor, check out the lyrics to the track below:

Twice a week, I pass by the church that held your funeral.
The pastor’s words come pouring down like rain.
How he called you a sinner, said now you walk with Jesus.
So the drugs that took your life on aren’t going to cause you any pain.

I don’t think he even knew your name.
And I refuse to kneel and pray alone, I won’t remember you that way.
I lit you a candle in every cathedral across Europe.
And I hope you know you’re still my Patron Saint.

I tried to forgive, but I can’t forget the cigar in his fist.
I know they were heartsick, but I need someone to blame.
And I know how they blame me, I know what you’d say.
You’d tell me it was your fault, I should put all my arrows away.

Well, I’m sure there ain’t a Heaven,
but that don’t mean I don’t like to picture you there.
I’ll bet you’re bummin’ cigarettes off Saints.
And I’m sure you’re still singing.
But I’ll bet that you’re still just a bit out of key.
With that crooked smile pushing words across your teeth.

Cause you were heat lightning.
Yeah, you were a storm that never rolled in.
You were the Northern Lights in a southern town.
A constant fleeting thing.
I’ll bury your memories in the garden and watch them grow with the flowers in spring.
I’ll keep you with me.

And these wolves in their suits and ties,
saying “kid, you can trust me.”
Charming southern drawl, sunken eyes,
buying good will and hotel lobbies.
Got fistfuls of pills, to ensure you don’t hurt no more.
You don’t gotta feel anything.
Got their fangs in our veins, got their voice in our head.
Got our arms in their grips, no we can’t shake free.

This goddamn machine, hungry and heartless.
My whole generation got lost in the margin.
We put our faith in you. You turned a profit.
Now we’re drowning here under the waves.
(You’re not saviors, if you can’t save our brothers.)
Drowning here under the waves.
(You’re not saviors, if you can’t save our brothers.)
Drown in it, drown in it.

You can’t have my friends, you can’t have my brothers.
You can’t have my friends, you can’t have my brothers.
You can’t have my friends, you can’t have my brothers.
You can’t have me, no you can’t have me.