[Verse 1] White linen on the floor, barefoot on the mat Posture like a temple, coiled like a cat Quoting dead philosophers to measure out the room Sweeping every difference out with a scented broom You check the definition, you cite the page and line To prove the air you're breathing is cleaner than mine [Chorus] Oh, your halo is a heavy crown of tin You lock the iron gate so no one else gets in Breathe it in, breathe it out, keep your spirit clean Preach a sermon of light from a cold machine Yeah, you talk about the garden, talk about the sky Just to find another angle to look down from up high [Verse 2] Red pencil in your hand, correcting every sound Listening for a stumble just to knock it to the ground You don't hear the current running through the wire You’re too busy grading the color of the fire A dictionary judge sitting on a wooden throne Throwing polished pebbles at a house made of stone [Chorus] Oh, your halo is a heavy crown of tin You lock the iron gate so no one else gets in Breathe it in, breathe it out, keep your spirit clean Preach a sermon of light from a cold machine Yeah, you talk about the garden, talk about the sky Just to find another angle to look down from up high [Bridge] Underneath the incense, underneath the pose It’s the same old hunger everybody knows The need to be the tallest, the need to hold the scale Terrified the paper boat is going to set sail Without your permission Without your decree [Piano Solo - turbulent, heavy left-hand arpeggios, building tension] [Chorus] Oh, your halo is a heavy crown of tin You lock the iron gate so no one else gets in Breathe it in, breathe it out, keep your spirit clean Preach a sermon of light from a cold machine Yeah, you talk about the garden, talk about the sky Just to find another angle to look down from up high [Outro] Keep your chapter, keep your verse The silence never made it worse Mat rolled up Door swung shut Clear the room [Fade out with lone piano chord]
