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