Blake Mills - Songs of Old lyrics

(Verse 1) Turn the key in the iron lock Of the old oak door Lean into its pa**ages With all my weight And enter (Verse 2) Immediately my olfactory senses it's home Paper thin and paraffin With a glimmering of gold (Pre-Chorus) Marble hands are pouring water Silver wings delivering wishes Streams of colored light make hallow home (Chorus) Mamas singing the songs of old Mama's singing the songs of old Singing the rock of ages Though the gold is marred by red Singing the rock of ages Melt it down and make new things Singing the rock of ages Empires are made this way Singing the rock of ages heyaya heya ayy heyaa yeaa heyaya heya ayyah heyaa hey ayah ayah (Verse 3) Endless hopes and endless fears Polish this stone The deeper desire The fine of the grain This time I walk the stairway And turn the key in a cellar door I want to know why (Bridge) All these stories Never spoken Danced or drawn or sung or written How we built this temple song by song (Chorus) Mama's singing the songs of old Mama's singing the songs of old Singing the rock of ages Though the gold is marred by red Singing the rock of ages Melt it down and make new things Singing the rock of ages Empires are made this way Singing the rock of ages Mama's singing the songs of old Singing the rock of ages Though the gold is marred by red Singing the rock of ages Melt them down and make new things Singing the rock of ages Empires are made this way Singing the rock of ages heyyaya heyaheyahhh heyaaa yay heyyaya heyaheyyahh heyaaa yay heyyaya heyaheyyahh heyaaa yay heyyaya heyaheyyahh heyaaa ayaheyaheyahh