Black coffee burns my tired tongue
The morning bell has not been rung
I flip the grill and watch the sky
Where iron birds begin to fly
Glass shards rain on the golden street
Where the holy and the ruins meet
The high spires fall in a heavy haze
Setting the imperial world ablaze
You hold the prayer book in your hand
While fire sweeps across the land
I scrub the grease from every plate
While we all lean against the gate
Glass shards rain on the golden street
Where the holy and the ruins meet
The high spires fall in a heavy haze
Setting the imperial world ablaze
The orbit beam is white and cold
Breaking things that we were told
The marble cracks and turns to grit
The candle flame is barely lit
Glass shards rain on the golden street
Where the holy and the ruins meet
The high spires fall in a heavy haze
Setting the imperial world ablaze
The regulars are gone from view
I only have a seat for two
The syrup drips like heavy oil
While the boiling kettles coil
Look up high where the crown is torn
A jagged world is newly born
No more kings on a velvet throne
Just a city of broken stone
The clock is ticking on the wall
The great cathedral starts to fall
I pour a cup and watch the light
Turn the morning into night
Glass shards rain on the golden street
Where the holy and the ruins meet
The high spires fall in a heavy haze
Setting the imperial world ablaze
Spires in the smoke
Spires in the smoke
