Elysian Fields by Heath McNease Lyrics
[Interlude]
Keep a hold of your heart
It's not something you want to lose again
[No reason?] watching the clock
It only serves to make you feel so small
And [then?] the sound of the stream of the traffic outside
There he is with a light in his eyes
Painting pictures with words and with signs
But Jericho comes down when he's around
But Jericho comes down when he's around
Oh
[Verse 1]
One quart to my mouth, remember it
Charon rows slow down the River Styx
Vanilla Sky dream, I remember it
Seen us saints on the boats with the hypocrites
Take currency to another world
Cause greed is alive in the underworld
Maybe make a bribe in the underworld
Blank check to return to the mortal coil
But when you return, you die quicker
Your vices survive and die with ya
Your face twice on an obit picture
And the man on the boat's two gold bits richer
This picture's an ominous wash
A triptych kiss of Hieronymus Bosch
And when you seek the real and reach the field
You'll find no priest greets in Elysian fields
And Cerberus cursed with this nervousness
This impulse to engulf indulgences
The saddest reality, you're left with a three-headed dog that's slobbering by the exit
Oh, Hephaestus, grant me respite
I'm desperate for one bolt to choke this despot
I'm so restless, boat's on the tempest
Stone-faced, cloaked, like smoke with asbestos
I wonder, would it damage my odds to spit to the sky
Like damning the gods?
The blind eyes turn to embarrass us all
And then the deaf ear turns from your character flaws
It's perilous [?], a treacherous rot
To think a fairytale cares if you perish or not
My ties with Olympus, I'mma sever them all
Ain't never took a step to inherit our loss
[Interlude 2]
Keep an open [head on?]
No one will ever be yours and yours alone
You've got some [pining?] to do
Find all the places where you've been run through
And then the sight of His face when he comes into view
There He is just in front of you
Murmuring lips in your hair feels like home
But Jericho comes down when he's around
But Jericho comes down when he's around
Oh
[Verse 2]
I had a dream that you opened up the Lamb's book
Turned away in disgust like You can't look
I'm scared as hell you can pull the rug
Out from under me as soon as you're pullin' the plug
I believe when I turned and confessed
I saw You face to face, you wasn't impressed
That's why I walk like I'm covered in death
It's like permanent rest ain't something I get (no)
And I still ain't figured it out
How my brother's on the death bed withering down
With or without thoughts, just a pitiful sound
And then you watch us begging like ridiculous clowns
See, I don't care if the Scripture is sound
When them live bullets pump and they spittin' them rounds
Face first, white knuckles diggin' the ground
Like everybody got a plan until they hit in the mouth
Cause Mama said gold streets
And Daddy said the table was set, and that we'd know peace
But it's feeling like a slow creep
To a day that you say, "Depart" like you don't know me
But you know me; I'm nine years old and slowly
Feel Reaper's cold grippers on me
On the operator table in a cold heap
Mama's so scared and she holds me
I can't do this tiptoe tightrope in Limbo
Lifetime flies right out the window
No I'm beggin' you to make it so simple
A fair weather faith gonna notice when the wind blows
So tell me you'll take me, keep me in the Lamb's book, never erase me
If you love me, tell me you'll take me
Across the River Styx safely
[Outro]
La la la la lie (x6)
Keep a hold of your heart
It's not something you want to lose again
[No reason?] watching the clock
It only serves to make you feel so small
And [then?] the sound of the stream of the traffic outside
There he is with a light in his eyes
Painting pictures with words and with signs
But Jericho comes down when he's around
But Jericho comes down when he's around
Oh
[Verse 1]
One quart to my mouth, remember it
Charon rows slow down the River Styx
Vanilla Sky dream, I remember it
Seen us saints on the boats with the hypocrites
Take currency to another world
Cause greed is alive in the underworld
Maybe make a bribe in the underworld
Blank check to return to the mortal coil
But when you return, you die quicker
Your vices survive and die with ya
Your face twice on an obit picture
And the man on the boat's two gold bits richer
This picture's an ominous wash
A triptych kiss of Hieronymus Bosch
And when you seek the real and reach the field
You'll find no priest greets in Elysian fields
And Cerberus cursed with this nervousness
This impulse to engulf indulgences
The saddest reality, you're left with a three-headed dog that's slobbering by the exit
Oh, Hephaestus, grant me respite
I'm desperate for one bolt to choke this despot
I'm so restless, boat's on the tempest
Stone-faced, cloaked, like smoke with asbestos
I wonder, would it damage my odds to spit to the sky
Like damning the gods?
The blind eyes turn to embarrass us all
And then the deaf ear turns from your character flaws
It's perilous [?], a treacherous rot
To think a fairytale cares if you perish or not
My ties with Olympus, I'mma sever them all
Ain't never took a step to inherit our loss
[Interlude 2]
Keep an open [head on?]
No one will ever be yours and yours alone
You've got some [pining?] to do
Find all the places where you've been run through
And then the sight of His face when he comes into view
There He is just in front of you
Murmuring lips in your hair feels like home
But Jericho comes down when he's around
But Jericho comes down when he's around
Oh
[Verse 2]
I had a dream that you opened up the Lamb's book
Turned away in disgust like You can't look
I'm scared as hell you can pull the rug
Out from under me as soon as you're pullin' the plug
I believe when I turned and confessed
I saw You face to face, you wasn't impressed
That's why I walk like I'm covered in death
It's like permanent rest ain't something I get (no)
And I still ain't figured it out
How my brother's on the death bed withering down
With or without thoughts, just a pitiful sound
And then you watch us begging like ridiculous clowns
See, I don't care if the Scripture is sound
When them live bullets pump and they spittin' them rounds
Face first, white knuckles diggin' the ground
Like everybody got a plan until they hit in the mouth
Cause Mama said gold streets
And Daddy said the table was set, and that we'd know peace
But it's feeling like a slow creep
To a day that you say, "Depart" like you don't know me
But you know me; I'm nine years old and slowly
Feel Reaper's cold grippers on me
On the operator table in a cold heap
Mama's so scared and she holds me
I can't do this tiptoe tightrope in Limbo
Lifetime flies right out the window
No I'm beggin' you to make it so simple
A fair weather faith gonna notice when the wind blows
So tell me you'll take me, keep me in the Lamb's book, never erase me
If you love me, tell me you'll take me
Across the River Styx safely
[Outro]
La la la la lie (x6)