Powers of Ten

Conversations had
Standing up by all the stars with frosted glass
Confidence is gained and confidence is lost
And I know, I know what my public wants

The sunken rose again
Louis on a throne on his own
A bourbon biscuit, a cup of milk
Not saving lives but not taking ones either

Climb the ladder, reach the top
I'm just a priest in search of a God

Hail Mary, hail Caesar
Hail the finance department too
Pretty, petty, Pope-y
Please will the brain follow
Where the words lead
Where the words lead
Wherе the words lead

Build a ladder, rеach the top
I'm just a priest in search of a God