Doxology Songtext
von Atomic Opera

All I ever wanted
Was something huge, unmeasurable
Not this crumb of crusty bread
Starched white and leaden, all too grave
Ungraven, not the heel
No steeple of shoulders puked
Pressed together and crowded
For rising in unison

In our perfect world, perfect world
We′ll find the questions in a world without end


Arched beams stretched over us
Like ribs sheltering, caging
This common sense of surface
Reflected light of windows paned
This procession of vowels
Hovering in the re-breathed air
This numbering of days
For these two thousand years

In our perfect world, perfect world
We'll find the questions in a world without end

Eclipse
This amen
Not this
This cop

In our perfect world, perfect world
In our perfect world, perfect world
We′ll find the questions in a world without end
In our perfect world, perfect world
We'll find the questions in a world without end