Lyrics Get Out of the Tower - Kayo Dot

Get Out of the Tower

Monstruous spire spears the purple
Mote of Dust breaches tarnished portal
Far below of its own free will and accord
It isn’t everyday that a god dies
Or every age that a mortal tries
To reach the terrace
Immortal
World crawls around its axis
An endless search for a perfect season
Over the apogee of suffering
And into the watchful eyes of fallen angels
Watching from their holy places
Blessed art they
Amongst the brethren
Hero of the hallowed
Minstrel plays the weakness of mankind
Upon bone horn
And skin stretched over drum
A half helm fountain
Of wildflowers
A banner:
Cellar of salt over black field
Impotent in the breathless air
Suicidal stillness
Mote of Dust
Flies from portal in terror
It was never meant to be
Ever
Meant to be