Hallelujah The Hills - Variations on the Grand National Championships lyrics

I can see you in my telescope that punctures time like a needle through paper you're washing dishes during the civil war as your husband's stabbing your dad they never met so it's not even realized how heavy truly the moment and in the present in a shopping line my sugar refuses to scan oh, the time has come to crash right through the gates of ivory towers we must find a way to topple all the thrones you were right this light it comes from the night and takes the shame out of being so latent everything that's been scheduled for you you call random and sleep through your days so you invest in every angle and hinge hoping there's something to swing from or hide in but now there's nothing but a precipice and an old song to sing through the night oh, the time has come to crash right through the gates of ivory towers we must find a way to topple all the thrones oh the time has come! oh the time has come! can we quake these tectonic plates? can it shake the street that you live on? portraits tumble to the hardwood floor leaving dents and impressions of me I fall asleep on an empty highway as my truck crashes into the woodlands my feet are caught but I reach the flare gun shoot it off but it's the 4th of July