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Song about looking back and growing older. |
| [Intro] [Verse] The dust settles slow on the heavy velvet folds The sun is a ghost in this room of fading golds I watch the way the shadows crawl across the floor Behind the heavy wood of a locked and silent door The statues stand in silence with eyes of polished stone Content to live their centuries entirely alone [Verse] I trace the intricate patterns carved into your chair A heavy scent of incense hanging in the frozen air Your presence is a monument built within these walls An echo of greatness that never fades or falls I am a pilgrim kneeling where the ceiling meets the sky Waiting for a glimpse of something pure before I die [Chorus] You are the mountain peak untouched by any hand The architect of everything within this hollow land My devotion is a fire that consumes the very dark A sacrificial flame ignited by a holy spark Immense and terrifying in your quiet majesty The only truth that offers any dignity to me [Bridge] The clock is ticking backwards in this cathedral of the soul Your silence is the medicine that makes my spirit whole No windows open outward to the common city street Only the heavy carpets beneath my weary feet To love you is to vanish in a storm of brilliant white A long and deep surrender to the coming of the night [Verse] The books upon the shelves contain the secrets of your grace I see a thousand wonders in the lines upon your face This chamber is a kingdom where the worldly noise retreats Far from the bitter winter and the crowded muddy streets You sit upon your throne of silk and weathered iron gray Commanding every heartbeat and the words I cannot say [Verse] The tapestries are trembling as the evening settles in The boundary is thinning between my spirit and my skin I do not seek the sunlight or the fields of open green I only want to witness what the narrow eye has seen To climb the jagged ladder to the summit of your thought And find the ancient wisdom that the centuries have taught [Chorus] You are the mountain peak untouched by any hand The architect of everything within this hollow land My devotion is a fire that consumes the very dark A sacrificial flame ignited by a holy spark Immense and terrifying in your quiet majesty The only truth that offers any dignity to me [Outro] |