Tekster: Black Angels, The. Yellow Elevator #2.

Picture the skyline right over the sky
Picture your image right over your eye
Now you see you see it fall
Now you see you see you fall

See your friends around the temple
on the streets downtown,
Run forth to tell them all the truth
that you've found.
One by one they go up inside,
I thought that I'd been left behind too.

Yellow elevator, yellow elevator
Yellow elevator, yellow elevator

Stuck On the ground til
I found another way there,
Now you take a ride
On that yellow elevator

Seeing thru golden light.

Pierce that ceiling with the light that you find.
Try behold the spirit it can burn your eyes.
You hold the fire and catch your soul.
I held the fire and I want it so, again.

Yellow elevator, yellow elevator
Yellow elevator, yellow elevator

Nothings the same after that elevator
Nothings the same after that yellow elevator.
Seeing thru golden light.

Now I can see how the seasons all repeat
and that love makes new things out of nothing that it needs.
The generation born will grow from all the crimes before,
and then stack up with all the heads
that are piled outside your door.

I understand that I exist in the between,
of what was and what will be in those blurry vision scenes,
that appear but pass us by and for a moment get you high,
til you find your way back down.
Become the truth you've found.