Текст песни
High above the twisted roofs
Where Oliver speaks his truths
Crawling through the city's lungs
Where the smoke and secrets hum
Every chimney tells a tale
Of the families without fail
Soot and ash beneath his nails
Each dark story that he's scaled
Up and down the narrow flue
Seeing what the rich folk do
Through their secret smoke and rue
Freeze the chimney, sweeps him by
Dancing through their secret scene
Every house's hidden shame
Whispered through the chimney's flame
In his vertical comedy
Dolls arranged in perfect rows
While the master's temper grows
Tea parties and crystal tears
Echo down through all the years
Does he climb to find the sky?
Or just to hear the wealthy cry?
In these towers made of brick
Every secret makes him sick
He's the chimney sweep symphony
Rising from their hypocrisy
Though his hands are black with grime
He can see their every crime
From his sooty balcony
Sunrise paints the chimney tops
Where Oliver's journey stops
Clean flues and dirty souls
Some things can't be made whole
Down from heights to earth below
Some secrets only sweeps can know