More songs by Maren Morris
Description
Producer, Slide Guitar, Bass, Acoustic Guitar, Drums, Mellotron, Piano, Guitar, Composer, Lyricist, Synthesizer: Jack Antonoff
Composer, Background Vocal, Associated Performer, Percussion, Lyricist, Vocal: Maren Morris
Lyricist, Composer: Laura Veltz
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer: Laura Sisk
Recording Engineer: Oli Jacobs
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Jozef Caldwell
Mastering Engineer: Dale Becker
Assistant Engineer: Adam Burt
Assistant Engineer: Noah McCorkle
Lyrics and translation
Original
There's beauty in the questions that I still can't answer now
But the world got less depressing when I finally left the house
Wasn't locked out of Heaven, I just had to look around
Doesn't mean I still don't have my doubts
But something's bubblin' under
All of the damned are growin' in numbers
Tell me, are you startin' to wonder
Why you hold your side so dear?
Your head down, stuck in the pages
Can't see the angels in front of your faces
Easier for you if they're not here
They're still here
By lightnin' strike or flood below
By our own damn hands or righteous ghost
You can pray your way up to the Gates to find out it's a joke
But, either way, it's goin' up in holy smoke
Goin' up in holy smoke
There's beauty in the essence, but somewhere along the way
The fundamental lessons get rewritten day to day
I know that I don't know things I won't know until I greet the grave
But, tell me, can you say the same?
Can you say the same?
By lightnin' strike (by lightnin' strike)
Or flood below (or flood below)
By our own damn hands (by our own damn hands)
Or righteous ghost (righteous ghost)
You can pray your way up to the Gates to find out it's a joke
Either way, it's goin' up in holy smoke, ooh
When the truth gets loud (when the truth gets loud)
When the blood runs cold (when the blood runs cold)
When the sand runs out (when the sand runs out)
When the rug gets pulled (when the rug gets pulled, I)
I just hope I get to see it if I'm lucky to get old
But, either way, it's goin' up in holy smoke
Goin' up in holy smoke
Hey
Ooh
Oh
Choose your teacher, choose your trope
All goes up in holy smoke
Whether you believe it or you don't
All goes up in holy smoke
By lightning strike or flood below
By our own damn hands or righteous ghost
Yeah
(Either way, it's goin' up in smoke, up in holy smoke) ooh, yeah
(Either way, it's goin' up in smoke, up in holy smoke) yeah
(Either way, it's goin' up in smoke, up in holy smoke) yeah
(Either way, it's goin' up in smoke, up in holy smoke) ooh
Either way it's goin' up in smoke, up in holy smoke
Either way it's goin' up in smoke, up in holy smoke