A Sermon at its Ends Songtext
von Michael Møller

We were the ones who built the roads
We changed the currents and what flows in them
We were the ones who used to kneel
Who put up buildings and then sealed us in
We were the ones who wrote the songs
Who read your books and waited long and late

But how long must we wait?

Our echoes thunder in the sky
Our voids are steepened as the days go by

And Lucifer who came so sane
Took all the anchors and then poured champagne


You can ask your daughters
But they won′t let you in
And the sons who served you
Well they're all drunk again
Waving their hands while the wheel′s still in spin
Waving their hands for their dreams to begin
Waving their hands for the veil at the end

You can ask your daughters
But they won't let you in
And the sons who served you
Well they're all drunk again

And the few remaining
Waving their hands while the skin′s growing thin
Waving their hands with their knees caving in
Waving their hands and how long must they stand?

And if you come now and you love us
Well, very few could wait
The eyewitnesses are bleeding
While their wives are getting laid