[Verse] Folded stories in a thrift bag, worn and light, Sunday best but they’ve seen the hard nights, Silver crosses tangled with the cables tight, Studio dreams where the neon meets the white. [Pre-Chorus] I’m walking lines between the light and dark, Holy whispers echo in my heart, Faith and beats stitched into every mark— A quiet fire, a rising spark. [Chorus] Church clothes in a thrift bag, next to studio gear, Holding onto hope, even when the path’s unclear, Prayer in every melody, soul inside the sound, Finding heaven in the shadows when no one else is ’round. Church clothes in a thrift bag, weight of every prayer, Lift me up beyond the noise, like I’m floating on the air, Voice like velvet, rising clear, breaking every fear, Turning tears to triumph, here and now, right here. [Verse] Midnight moments, whisper soft and slow, Echoes of the past in the music’s flow, Holy ground beneath me where the spirits grow, Trading doubts for light in each solo show. [Pre-Chorus] I’m weaving faith inside these beats and bars, Telling stories written in the scars, From thrifted robes to studio stars, Rising higher, no matter where we are. [Chorus] Church clothes in a thrift bag, next to studio gear, Holding onto hope, even when the path’s unclear, Prayer in every melody, soul inside the sound, Finding heaven in the shadows when no one else is ’round. Church clothes in a thrift bag, weight of every prayer, Lift me up beyond the noise, like I’m floating on the air, Voice like velvet, rising clear, breaking every fear, Turning tears to triumph, here and now, right here. [Bridge] Between the silence and the roar, I’m finding what I’m living for, In the fabric and the beat, My spirit and my heart meet— Hidden grace in every fold, A sacred story never told, Wrapped in faith, I’m standing tall, With every rise, I’ll never fall. [Chorus] Church clothes in a thrift bag, next to studio gear, Holding onto hope, even when the path’s unclear, Prayer in every melody, soul inside the sound, Finding heaven in the shadows when no one else is ’round. Church clothes in a thrift bag, weight of every prayer, Lift me up beyond the noise, like I’m floating on the air, Voice like velvet, rising clear, breaking every fear, Turning tears to triumph, here and now, right here. [Outro] Here and now, right here, Turning tears to triumph, here and now, Church clothes in a thrift bag, Faith and music, they carry me somehow.