[Lyric] A very thin thread (Ezra Bell)

Nah, nah, nah
Bad, bad halos climb the mountain of your hair
And they clothe their crowns in January white
Some will say it’s magic, I say that’s just a guess
Conjured up to calm you while you hike

A hundred mile, a hundred miles
Lay like bricks in dusty piles
We go walking down the aisles
A hundred miles

Now fourteen pharaohs load the lamb into the cage
Turned deaf and dumb for questions as to why
Saying lions, lions, lions if they do not misbehave
They’ll walk the greenest pastures when they die

A hundred mile, a hundred miles
Lay like bricks in dusty piles
We go walking down the aisles
A hundred miles
Someone smiles and calls your name
And they convince you for a second you were not to blame
You feel all shiny in your rusty frame
One hundred miles
[interlude]

Now poor old Gary wore his share of fiery moves
And he kissed that serpent one too many times (too many times)
Now he don’t know reason, he don’t care for what is proved
Darkness isn’t a cheese, you gnaw the ice

A hundred mile, a hundred miles
Lay like bricks in dusty piles
We go walking down the aisles
A hundred miles
Someone smiles and calls your name
And they convince you for a second you were not to blame
You feel all shiny in your rusty frame
One hundred miles