From the recording Canticles for the Profane
Lyrics
The Choir Sings
She peers up at the basement window
Watching dust dance in dull light
And yearns for yesterday’s bright colors
Swallowed by this moonless night
While across the way, a choir croons
Its apathetic liturgy
The stirs the stale and musty air
But falls to its own laxity,
They sing, Ooh, hallelujah, ooh, hallelujah
And just outside, the pale, the broken
They live and die on their next meal
And the angels dance in lazy circles
While they search for souls to steal
And across the way, a choir croons
Its apathetic liturgy
Its counterfeit epiphanies and its careless insincerities
They sing, Ooh, hallelujah, ooh, hallelujah
Still across the way a choir croons
Its pious light just out of reach
Still, they soldier on in an endless dirge
While some toothless hound begins to preach
There’s just a momentary silence,
Just the briefest of respite
Just before the angel finds her
Just before the long goodnight
Ooh, hallelujah, ooh, hallelujah