Clerestory

Where the light burns a little brighter where the shadows dance on the walls where holy men hide their holy secrets the sacredness of life is sold standing under gold and silver I see the procession rise seated in his thrown of power he proceeds to close his eyes They try but the stone has broken they try but the ceiling falls they try but there's no momentum they try but don't we all na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na