Heavenly he is sparrow gliding through the breeze
Restlessly above the highest peaks
Heavenly he is an aide a prisoner of the clouds
His servitude will hold the house of cards
In another life he was an engineer by trade
The ransom was his wife and child to be
The oldest man alive by now receives no danger pay
The secrets burden heavy on his heart
A tin grouper in a neon ocean
Roving the blue with a helium bulge
A handy-man in his bronze and gold cover-alls
His spanner slips and the bogeyman croaks
Adjust the lens set the gears in motion
Changing the bulb in the moon projector
Setting the time on the precise aperture
And get it right or the bogeyman croaks
And the stars align
As the planets wander
A prisoner of the clouds knows none but only distant lights
Blurry in the darkness of the Earth
And other luminary repair zeppelins might pass by
Their silver paddles shining in the sun
A tin grouper in a neon ocean
Roving the blue with a helium bulge
A handy-man in his bronze and gold cover-alls
His spanner slips and the bogeyman croaks
Adjust the lens set the gears in motion
Changing the bulb on the moon projector
Setting the time on the precise aperture
And get it right or the bogeyman croaks
A powerhouse of a record from the Michigan metalcore stalwarts, full of sinister, stadium-sized singalongs and unbridled emotion. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 31, 2022