I built a house of cards and called it holy ground
I dressed you up in grace and loved the sound
I burned the incense just to keep you in the room
I took a human heart and made a tomb
I thought I worshipped heaven, but I worshipped how I felt
I needed you to save me from the cards that I was dealt
But a pocket god will crumble in your hand
And a cardboard sanctuary cannot stand
I took you off the altar, I stepped out of the choir
I’m the guy who left the building, I’m the witness by the fire
No more singing to the shadows in the nave
I let you be a human, not the savior I would crave
I held the shadow when the real thing walked away
I thought the bleeding was the price I had to pay
We use the heavens just to regulate our mind
We trade the heavy truth for comfort we designed
I wore the cut, I felt the blade, I let the temple fall
And found that God was never mine to own or cage at all
I couldn’t sing the bridge, I couldn’t raise my hands
I finally understood the Maker’s true demands
You’re not the light
You’re not the cure
You’re just like me
I drop the idol in the dust to set us free
I don't need the atmosphere to make me feel secure
I trade the golden magic for the grey and for the pure
The smoke is clearing now
The cards are on the floor
I’m not building anymore
Just a witness in the grey
The coals still glow
Let's cook breakfast and start the day
Alex · Quellenbeziehungen