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 joining hands that you can't feel my trembling fingertips

If I sign this piece of paper do I sell my soul along with my duties?
And we won't put our money where your Catholic mouth is
Even though the teeth are long gone, there's still bone beneath the gums
And there's a lot of potential in a mighty, mighty organ

And they told us not to clap and we clap as loud as we can
Because the reverb in those holy halls is like a long lost friend
It keeps hitting the walls and comes all the way back, back again
Back, back again
Back, back and back again
Back and back again, back and back again and

I want trees instead of gravestones, nothing to confess
I got a soft spot for your ancient books of horror stories
I got a music in my ear 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
The wrong steps, while our shadows keep watching us
The wrong steps, while our shadows keep watching us
The wrong steps, while our shadows keep watching us
The wrong steps, while our shadows keep watching us
The wrong steps, while our shadows keep watching us
The wrong step would be not to start this exodus
The wrong step would be not to start this exodus