Janitor of the Arcades Video (MV)

I gave the keys back to Saint Peter
Who tore them from my weary neck
And made my way drunk and defeated
Down the over-polished steps
Filled with sadness of returning
To my place outside the dream
I lifted my bloodshot eyes
And looked over the iron sea

The blackbirds circled above me
Tearing pieces from their wings
Till feathers and blood fell upon me
To help me claim back all my sins
And unraveling all my desire
I finally accepted my fate
To live out the rest of my days
As janitor of the arcades

I buried my sorrow at twilight
I raised it again at the dawn
Carrying all my troubles before me
To anchor against the storm
So with fire and silken ribbons
I cast off my regret
And made promises I could not deliver
But knew I would soon forget