O Sleeper - The Oh Hellos

While the weary nations weep

Awakening me from a dream

I see the moonlight steal across my sheets

My love is lying fast asleep

Chasing its beams

She stirs, and then she turns her back to me

The clouds overhead open up

For the wicked and just all the same

And lay low the hills, so to fill

Every valley below to the brim

But like the sun that turns the sky

Illuminating all, in time

The tables in the temple will be turned on their side

And just as it scorches up the dunes

Beneath the height of noon

The pillars of the empire will be burned, in kind

And by the holy rock I stand

As blessed as the sacred ram

I see the trail of shoulders I’ve climbed over, but

By god, I’ll bloody up my hands

With everything I am

To cut away the mountains I’ve made

And fill the dales below