Squalloscope Big Houses
Prayer is the bell jar
You put over this goodbye
I'd rather leave this embrace between you and I
Let's lock out the bearded old man in the nightgown
He can tap against the glass but I'm not coming out
I build bridges with these arms, I will not build a fortress
In the circle 'round the kitchen table I say my ''amen'' because I feel blessed
Secretly hoping while we join hands you can't feel my trembling fingertips
If I sign this piece of paper do I sell my soul along with my duties?
We won't put our money where your Catholic mouth is
Even though the teeth are long gone, there's still bone beneath the gum
And there's a lot of potential in a mighty, mighty organ
And they told us not to clap so, we clap as hard as we can
Because the reverb in these holy halls is like a long lost friend
He keeps on hitting the walls and comes all the way back again
I want trees instead of gravestones, nothing to confess
I got a soft spot for your ancient books full of horror stories
I got a music in my head from long, long, ago and far, far away
And I still hum its tune, but how could I believe every word it says to me?
We follow our own steps, while our shadows keep watching us (7x)
The wrong step would be not to start this exodus (2x)
