Cascade

Lyrics

[Intro]
Behold the fountains of the night!

[Verse 1]
Step into the tiled rotunda, the echo of the room
Where the alabaster basin waits inside the gloom
There’s a tremor in the column, a pressure in the pipe
The belly is a staging ground, the moment has grown right
No quiet little dribble, no modest little slip
Will satisfy the architect upon this midnight cliff

[Chorus]
Let it cascade!
By the grace of 1771, an English water-trick
They found a rather noble title for the act of being sick
It’s a masterwork of gravity, a glorious parade
Bow before the porcelain and let it all cascade!

[Verse 2]
The jaw becomes a gargoyle, the throat an aqueduct
A triumph of the plumbing when the stomach runs amuck
It rises with a rumble from the cavern of the chest
The claret and the spirits put to one majestic test
The Romans had their arches, but we possess the art
To throw a tidal wave of gin straight from the heavy heart

[Chorus]
Let it cascade!
By the grace of 1771, an English water-trick
They found a rather noble title for the act of being sick
It’s a masterwork of gravity, a glorious parade
Bow before the porcelain and let it all cascade!

[Bridge]
Oh the forceful little waterfall, the sudden rush of gravity
The temporary emptying of every mortal cavity
From London high society to modern-day sobriety
The arc of the trajectory is handled with propriety
It’s a fountain, it’s a geyser, it’s a monument of spray
Washing all the wicked little decisions of the midnight away

[Outro]
The waters now are settling, the monument is still
A masterpiece of staging on this quiet hill
Wipe your chin, my maestro
The symphony is played
Cascade.