Ode to Sad Disco - Mark Lanegan Band

The sun’s tolling bell, subterranean eyes

A thousand to one, the factory line

Stars outside the window flicker and shine

The hollow headed morning isn’t blind

A mountain of nails burn in your hands

Here I give all I am

Gloria

I get down on my knees

Further from my own

A tower of stones, sympathy’s shade

Ride a white horse, the drowned on parade

A diamond headed serpent climbs a vine

See all the lonely children lose their minds

A mountain of dust burns in your mouth

Here there’s no north, just south

Gloria

I get down on my knees

Further from my own

Thirst swollen tongue, an arcadian twist

The sleepwalk is done, yet the notion persists

Cars outside the window careening by

The hollow headed morning is unkind

Gloria

I get down on my knees

Further from my own

Gloria

I get down on my knees

Further from my own

Under a cliff, darkness denied

Here I have seen the light

Here I have seen the light

Here I have seen the light

Here I have seen the light

Here I have seen the light

Here I have seen

Here I have seen

Here I have seen the light, the light

Here I have seen the light