Golden Ladder Songtext
von Jordan Klassen

There′s a golden ladder I'm told it matters to climb
Every rung-up page from enlightened ages of time
As you leave the Earth it can feel like birth
All the bells of freedom appealing
But there′s nothing like a bit of healing

There is verse and sonnet, the sighs of poets and bards
There are stories and annals, history fanned out like cards
And the grace of language ignites your mind
With a light that's quite revealing
But there's nothing like a bit of healing

So love, take me to that water
Bathe me in your river
A stowaway, a backyard squatter
Waiting to be clean
Waiting to be clean


She′s so drunk that the chaos sunk out of sight
And we′re moving slow through the ore and slough of the night
But she says she doesn't mind a break from the grind
From the endless sinking feeling
But there′s nothing like a bit of healing

And the trucks are quick, make your blood stream thick with delight
Or a strong north wind, such as serotonin, the flight
I have filled my lungs with the softer ones
'Til the walls melt with the ceiling
But there′s nothing like a bit of healing

So love, take me to that water
Bathe me in your river
A stowaway, a backyard squatter
Waiting to be clean
Waiting to be clean

There's a golden ladder I′m told it matters to climb
Every rung-up page from enlightened ages of time
And as you are sent with your clever friends
While the heights can leave you preeling
But there's nothing like a bit of healing