Sacrament
I pray at an invisible temple;
Bow my head to an invisible God.
I arise with the mist
Of my lover’s first kiss.
Lift my head from a pillow of fog.
I work fast as I can at what I know,
Turn the blades of the fan and watch them go.
Will all the work get done?
Or do I turn and run?
Better ask that dead guy in the back row.
Cause it’s too late, too late, to turn it back.
It’s too late, too late, to turn it back.
Clock only winds in one direction,
If you’re late, you’ll never make that one connection.
Too late, too too late,
To turn it back.
I pray at an invisible temple;
Bow my head to an invisible God.
I arise with the mist
Of my lover’s first kiss.
Lift my head from a pillow of fog.
So next time you go on a mission,
Better roll up your sleeves and tuck your shirt.
Else you will soon unearth
Confirmation of your birth;
A long way from home, covered in the dirt.
Cause it’s too late, too late, to turn it back.
It’s too late, too late, to turn it back.
Clock only winds in one direction,
If you’re late, you’ll never make that one connection.
Too late, too too late,
To turn it back.
