

(shhhh) The glass is dry upon the slate
He stays behind the iron gate
Amongst the marble and the stone
We drink to everything we own
(oh-oh-oh) And the exhibits close their eyes
Underneath these vaulted skies
Here comes the tide
Pour one more before the dawn (one more)
While the saints and ghosts are gone
Holy fire in the hall
Watch the heavy shadows fall
One last drop
For the road we didn't take One last breath (shh...)