Ezra Furman - Temple of Broken Dreams lyrics
[Ezra Furman - Temple of Broken Dreams lyrics]
When you're far from home
I do believe it's fair
To use a public bathroom mirror
To cut your hair
In a cheap Southampton diner
I am both Samson and Delilah
As I chain myself to the pillars of nowhere
When I walk back to the booth where I was sat
With my transformation hidden 'neath my hat
That's when suddenly it strikes me
All the lonely pilgrims like me
Form a tribe of travelers
Scattered 'cross the map
So let's defy the distance here to there
Lеt's write each other postcards
And call that prayеr
Let's congregate in a place
That isn't anywhere
At the temple of broken dreams
You're a collection of the shards
That you can save
We're all destined for perfection
In the grave
Until then when struggle ceases
We're just juggling the pieces
Like the waitress with too many empty plates
We work so hard trying to
Keep holding the line
The human heart that starts
Out broken by design
If we ever did defeat this
Fundamental incompleteness
There'd be no more love or
Care or space or time
So let's defy the distance here to there
Let's write each other postcards
And call that prayer
Let's meet up in a
Place that isn't anywhere
At the temple of broken dreams
Oooh ooh
Aahh ahhh ahh
So I'm back at the wheel of my Chevy shrine
I can feel all of your
Dreams mingling with mine
Just because those dreams are shattered
Doesn't mean they can't matter
We'll arrange them in mosaic over time
Now the future's looking rough
And so's the past
Luckily the present moment's
Where we're trapped
We're all losers, we're all gamblers
We're all bugs frozen in amber
Small eternities that never seem to last
So let's organize our lives
Around love and care
Let's write each other letters
And call it prayer
Let's meet up in a
Place that isn't anywhere
At the temple of broken dreams
Oh, at the temple of broken dreams
Yes, at the temple of broken dreams
I do believe it's fair
To use a public bathroom mirror
To cut your hair
In a cheap Southampton diner
I am both Samson and Delilah
As I chain myself to the pillars of nowhere
When I walk back to the booth where I was sat
With my transformation hidden 'neath my hat
That's when suddenly it strikes me
All the lonely pilgrims like me
Form a tribe of travelers
Scattered 'cross the map
So let's defy the distance here to there
Lеt's write each other postcards
And call that prayеr
Let's congregate in a place
That isn't anywhere
At the temple of broken dreams
You're a collection of the shards
That you can save
We're all destined for perfection
In the grave
Until then when struggle ceases
We're just juggling the pieces
Like the waitress with too many empty plates
We work so hard trying to
Keep holding the line
The human heart that starts
Out broken by design
If we ever did defeat this
Fundamental incompleteness
There'd be no more love or
Care or space or time
So let's defy the distance here to there
Let's write each other postcards
And call that prayer
Let's meet up in a
Place that isn't anywhere
At the temple of broken dreams
Oooh ooh
Aahh ahhh ahh
So I'm back at the wheel of my Chevy shrine
I can feel all of your
Dreams mingling with mine
Just because those dreams are shattered
Doesn't mean they can't matter
We'll arrange them in mosaic over time
Now the future's looking rough
And so's the past
Luckily the present moment's
Where we're trapped
We're all losers, we're all gamblers
We're all bugs frozen in amber
Small eternities that never seem to last
So let's organize our lives
Around love and care
Let's write each other letters
And call it prayer
Let's meet up in a
Place that isn't anywhere
At the temple of broken dreams
Oh, at the temple of broken dreams
Yes, at the temple of broken dreams