Letra
[Intro]
Thugx Empire Music
Zee
[Verse]
The stained glass window has a hairline fracture
While the preacher quotes a misremembered lecture
I traded my salvation for a deck of marked cards
And left my holy water in the junkyards
The gods are sleeping late behind a velvet curtain
Of only one thing am I absolutely certain
That the ladder to the sky is made of rotten wood
And doing what I should never did me any good
[Chorus]
Oh the heavy clouds are laughing at the steeple
And the jokes are on the pious little people
I am floating where the air is thin and sweet
With no solid ground beneath my wandering feet
Let the temples crumble into silver dust
I have placed my bets and lost my sacred trust
Now I am drifting past the worry and the blame
With nothing left to lose and no one left to name
[Verse]
I saw a prophet selling watches on the corner
Acting like a king but dressed just like a mourner
He said the end is coming on a Tuesday night
But the sun came up and everything was bright
So I poured my doubts into a chipped ceramic cup
And watched the heavy anchors finally pulling up
If the big machine is broken let the gears all rust
I would rather chase the wind than settle in the crust
[Chorus]
Oh the heavy clouds are laughing at the steeple
And the jokes are on the pious little people
I am floating where the air is thin and sweet
With no solid ground beneath my wandering feet
Let the temples crumble into silver dust
I have placed my bets and lost my sacred trust
Now I am drifting past the worry and the blame
With nothing left to lose and no one left to name
[Outro]
Feel this and let it sink
Thugx Empire Music
Zee
[Verse]
The stained glass window has a hairline fracture
While the preacher quotes a misremembered lecture
I traded my salvation for a deck of marked cards
And left my holy water in the junkyards
The gods are sleeping late behind a velvet curtain
Of only one thing am I absolutely certain
That the ladder to the sky is made of rotten wood
And doing what I should never did me any good
[Chorus]
Oh the heavy clouds are laughing at the steeple
And the jokes are on the pious little people
I am floating where the air is thin and sweet
With no solid ground beneath my wandering feet
Let the temples crumble into silver dust
I have placed my bets and lost my sacred trust
Now I am drifting past the worry and the blame
With nothing left to lose and no one left to name
[Verse]
I saw a prophet selling watches on the corner
Acting like a king but dressed just like a mourner
He said the end is coming on a Tuesday night
But the sun came up and everything was bright
So I poured my doubts into a chipped ceramic cup
And watched the heavy anchors finally pulling up
If the big machine is broken let the gears all rust
I would rather chase the wind than settle in the crust
[Chorus]
Oh the heavy clouds are laughing at the steeple
And the jokes are on the pious little people
I am floating where the air is thin and sweet
With no solid ground beneath my wandering feet
Let the temples crumble into silver dust
I have placed my bets and lost my sacred trust
Now I am drifting past the worry and the blame
With nothing left to lose and no one left to name
[Outro]
Feel this and let it sink