Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
Direct Hit!
This is the meeting between the Protagonist of “White Robes” and her long lost love – an exchange between them.
One of the themes repeating throughout the albums is human connection in an uncaring universe. Despite the fact that everyone in charge has fucked up & everyone’s going to die, people...
You forgot to say bye when you said it was time to go -
Didn't think I'd be back so soon did you?
Where's the love that you spoke of? Where's the 'welcome home'?
I don't get it, but the other side misses you
One by one you'll end up just like the rest of us
In a line, waiting quietly for your turn
Resurrection's just a ploy to raise a fuss
When everyone just ends up in the earth
So for one last time would you just plant one on my cheek
And tell me you're alright and everything's a-ok?
You're going back to the old white tower
Where you'll wait for a higher power
To tell you where you'll end up just like us
Hello love, how are you? I came for one last long look at you
We only just met, but it seems like it's been a lifetime since you came through
The haze of waking up at the bottom of a barrel shaped just like a staircase
So I hope that you don't hate that I appreciate just looking at your face
So for one last time would you just plant one on my cheek
And tell me you're alright and everything's a-ok?
And It won't be long my darling girl before we meet up once again
Because the bomb's only a minute or two away
So goodbye for the last time, it's my time to go -
Gotta bring these idiots and their robes
They're all late for appointments with the boss above
And he's not one that forgets to judge
I'll see you up in the old white tower
Waiting with a bouquet of flowers
In my hands, smiling down from the back of the line
St. Peter's got your name on his tablet -
I'll introduce you, and admit my habit
Disappeared when I met you, now I'm fine
You're going back to the old white tower
Where you'll wait for a higher power
To tell you where you'll end up just like us
Sweating bullets waiting for your judgment -
Did you pass? Did you fail? The subject's
Just enough to make you stand in line