Crystal Chandeliers Lyrics

Railroad ties and fiber optics share a common soul

Monuments impossible will scrape the skies as told

You can pay the fee or jump the turnstile just to go and see

Whether time will turn these diamonds back to coal

The glories of the ancients make the ruins of today

Like stories of the patients weaving baskets of decay

If you lay down right, it's posie skylines all across the night

And the quarry's full of sachems heard to say

You won't catch me hangin' round to see

When the place falls down if these

Crystal chandeliers will still be hangin' here

As a matter of faction all these fractions are breaking up the town

Sickle blades on a thresher make that spinnin' sound

Suckling masterpieces hang like old apologies

And grand disaster teases like false theology

And if you bend your ear there's orchestration played to calm your fear

And the plaster Jesus sings with the calling breeze

But you won't catch me hangin' round to see

When the place falls down if these

Crystal chandeliers will still be hangin' here

As a matter of faction, all these fractions are breaking up the town

Sickle blades on a thresher make that spinnin' sound

Blowing kisses at the future, throwing roses at the past

As if accolades could suture up the net before the cast

And in some odd fashion it ain't too hard even to imagine

How this place could look if it could last

But you won't catch me hangin' round to see

When the place falls down if these

Crystal chandeliers will still be hangin' here

As a matter of faction all these fractions are breaking up the town

Sickle blades on a thresher make that spinnin' sound

And truth be told, to pour the gold, the crucible's got to burn

This runaway train ain't gonna make a u-turn

Huhhhh

Huhhhh

Huhhhh

Huh-uhhh

Uh-hhhh

But you won't catch me hangin' round to see

When the place falls down if these

Crystal chandeliers will still be hangin' here

As a matter of faction all these fractions are breaking up the town

Sickle blades on a thresher make that spinnin' sound

And truth be told, to pour the gold, the crucible's got to burn

And a runaway train ain't gonna make a u-turn

But you won't catch me hangin' round to see

When the place falls down if these

Crystal chandeliers will still be hangin' here