Tropical Decay - Prophet In Denim [Prototype]

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Verse 1
The summer air is heavy with a scent I can't name
Like a desert on fire or a holy kind of shame
You’re leaning on the bricks where the shadows grow tall
The only living thing that hasn't learned how to fall
Wrapped in heavy denim, rough and worn at the seams
The architect of static and of high voltage dreams

​Pre-Chorus
I look for the gospel but I find only dust
A beautiful engine that’s starting to rust
You’re named for a leader but you follow the dark
Leaving nothing behind but a carbonized mark

​Chorus
And I’m losing my breath in the heat of June
Howling like a ghost at a mid morning moon
You’re a biblical wreck in a five pocket soul
The only disaster I can’t quite control
Yeah, you’re far from the grace but you’re close to the bone
A king on a throne made of glass and of stone

​Verse 2
You don't speak in parables, you speak in the grit
A flicker of a candle that was never quite lit
The scent of the spice and the wood on your skin
Is the only confession where I want to begin
You’re rough on the edges, you’re a jagged design
A secular prayer that I’m claiming as mine

​Bridge
You’re the irony of heaven! You’re the wreckage of the light!
A saint for the people who are losing the fight!
Stitch me into the denim! Burn me into the oud!
A silent rebellion in a beautiful mood!

​Chorus
And I’m losing my breath in the heat of June
Howling like a ghost at a mid morning moon
You’re a biblical wreck in a five pocket soul
The only disaster I can’t quite control
Yeah, you’re far from the grace but you’re close to the bone
A king on a throne made of glass and of stone

​Outro
June slipped away
Into the gray
A prophet in denim
A gorgeous venom



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