A Sermon at its Ends Songtext
von Michael Møller

We were the one who built the roads
We changed the currents and what floats 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 song
Who read you books and wait long and late
But how
Long must we wait

Our echoes thunder in the sky
Our voices deepen as the days go by
And Lucifer who came so same
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
They
Are all drunk again


Waiving their hands
While the wheel still in spin
Waiving their hands
For their dreams to begin
Waiving 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
They are all drunk again
And the few remaining

Waiving their hands
While their skin′s growing thin
Waiving their hands
With their knees caving in
Waiving their hands
And how
Long must they stand

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