Four of Pentacles

Lyrics

The skyline out the window is a jagged line of slate.
I paid the final balance, I locked the iron gate.
I set a low pine stool in the middle of the room,
Just watching the dust settle in the afternoon.
It took a lot of overtime to get this quiet space,
To finally put a padlock on this empty shape.

I'm holding the center, I'm keeping my grip.
Don't let the heavy brass shift.
One on the crown, two under the boots,
One hugged to the ribs where the silence roots.
It’s the safest a man could ever plan to be.
As long as I don’t stand up and leave.

The brain draws a border just to keep the warmth inside.
So I built a little fortress and I pulled down the blinds.
I've got a nine-dollar surplus, I've got a roof overhead.
I sit perfectly still on the wooden edge.
If I reach for a glass of water, the whole thing drops.
So I'm acting like a pendulum that suddenly stops.

I'm holding the center, I'm keeping my grip.
Don't let the heavy brass shift.
One on the crown, two under the boots,
One hugged to the ribs where the silence roots.
It’s the safest a man could ever plan to be.
As long as I don’t stand up and leave.

Down in the street, they're losing their shirts.
They're tripping on the pavement, I know how it hurts.
I watch them through the glass, walking loose and fast,
Throwing all their silver, never looking back.
I'd love to take a walk, maybe stretch my knees,
But a man loses everything down in the streets.

So I'm holding the center, I'm keeping my grip.
Don't let the heavy brass shift.
One on the crown, two under the boots,
One hugged to the ribs where the silence roots.
It’s the safest a man could ever plan to be.

As long as I don't stand up.
Keep the left heel down.
Keep the right heel down.
Don't let the one on the crown hit the wood.
It's warm against the ribs.
Yeah, it’s a heavy kind of warm.
Just don't stand up and leave.