Street Level Oracle (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Slick asphalt talking to the soles of my boots

Reading signs in the rust, tearing up the clean roots (roots)

Streetlights flickering in radiator steam

Concrete cracked open where they buried the dream (dream)

Pre-Chorus

Low hum rattle in the cellar-pipe grate

Static on the wire says it's running too late (late)

Keep your high towers up above the smoke

Truth is what remains when the promises broke (broke)

Chorus

Street level oracle, gutter-born spark (spark)

Reading every omen moving through the dark (dark)

No clean saints in the corner where I stand

Just the hard-won wisdom of a heavy hand (hand)

Verse 2

Rainbow of petrol shining in the grease

Sirens down the avenue that never bring peace (peace)

Bruised knuckle tapping on an iron-bolted door

Every real sermon has been spit on the floor (floor)

Pre-Chorus

Low hum rattle in the cellar-pipe grate

Static on the wire says it's running too late (late)

Keep your high towers up above the smoke

Truth is what remains when the promises broke (broke)

Chorus

Street level oracle, gutter-born spark (spark)

Reading every omen moving through the dark (dark)

No clean saints in the corner where I stand

Just the hard-won wisdom of a heavy hand (hand)

Bridge

Let the high towers preach from a ceiling of glass

Down here I count the hours as the cargo trains pass (pass)

Peel off the chrome, strip it down to the wire

Only true compass is an oil-drum fire (fire)

Chorus

Street level oracle, gutter-born spark (spark)

Reading every omen moving through the dark (dark)

No clean saints in the corner where I stand

Just the hard-won wisdom of a heavy hand (hand)