Album Name : Palace
Release Date : 2011-01-31
Song Duration : 6:03
Chapel Club The Shore
I'm having a billboard time on this aimless train ride.
It seems we spend the best hours of our lives in flower markers, on balconies.
Wasted and wanting more than we've the power to achieve.
Hopeless, and haunted by a thousand ghost of opportunity.
Look to the setting sun: there's blood on the water.
Nothing will be undone: We're dancing along the edge.
You liar, you coward, you snake.
He is your lion, your flower, your maker.
And yet the night has freed you to reason.
You and your noiseless dreams defeat him.
I slept long, only to wake and watch the same land tessellate.
I dusted for forgotten fingerprints
Of grace in every hidden place along the shore.
Waiting and wasting
More than I've the power to restore.
Hopeless, unsated.
One more thief abandoned by the law
You liar, you coward, you snake.
He is your lion, your flower, your maker.
And yet the night has freed you to reason.
You and your noiseless dreams defeat him.
Golden-shadowed one, you are your own God.
Golden-shadowed one, you are your own God.
Golden-shadowed one, you are your own God.
Golden-shadowed one, you are your own God.
You liar, you coward, you snake.
He is your lion, your flower, your maker.
And yet the night has freed you to reason.
You and your noiseless dreams defeat him.
You liar, you coward, you snake.
He is your lion, your flower, your maker.
And yet the night has freed you to reason.
You and your noiseless dreams defeat him.
