This town is too small
It's filled with gilded halls
But rust is on the walls
And the rest is in the songs - where their
Gods wear raw-denim crowns
They see you speak, but refuse any sound
To them you're minor league
A bit part in their big scene
I'm feeling better all the time
I've given up the climb
Where merit never matters
On the gatekeeper's ladder
I feel consoled when I'm alone
Living life off of my phone
I was born too late
If that's the currency you trade in
Then I am happily broke
This game is a drag
I try to play it, but they never give back
How long before the change?
Before the wave (it) breaks our way, again?
And that hand swings down from the sky
To pluck you out of the flickering light
Till then you're minorly
A stepping stone in their own thing
I'm feeling better all the time
I've given up the climb
My merit never mattered
On the gatekeeper's ladder
I feel consoled when I'm alone
Living life off of my phone
I was born too late
If that's the currency you trade in
So I stopped the drinking
Then I got to thinking
How the years passed me by
On the sideline again
How long must I wait
For the host to let me in?
Let me in! Let me in!
We could sing all your songs, if you would let me in
OJR - Gatekeeper's Ladder Lyrics
OJR - Gatekeeper's Ladder Lyrics
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This town is too small
It's filled with gilded halls
But rust is on the walls
And the rest is in the songs - where their
Gods wear raw-denim crowns
They see you speak, but refuse any sound
To them you're minor league
A bit part in their big scene
I'm feeling better all the time
I've given up the climb
Where merit never matters
On the gatekeeper's ladder
I feel consoled when I'm alone
Living life off of my phone
I was born too late
If that's the currency you trade in
Then I am happily broke
This game is a drag
I try to play it, but they never give back
How long before the change?
Before the wave (it) breaks our way, again?
And that hand swings down from the sky
To pluck you out of the flickering light
Till then you're minorly
A stepping stone in their own thing
I'm feeling better all the time
I've given up the climb
My merit never mattered
On the gatekeeper's ladder
I feel consoled when I'm alone
Living life off of my phone
I was born too late
If that's the currency you trade in
So I stopped the drinking
Then I got to thinking
How the years passed me by
On the sideline again
How long must I wait
For the host to let me in?
Let me in! Let me in!
We could sing all your songs, if you would let me in
It's filled with gilded halls
But rust is on the walls
And the rest is in the songs - where their
Gods wear raw-denim crowns
They see you speak, but refuse any sound
To them you're minor league
A bit part in their big scene
I'm feeling better all the time
I've given up the climb
Where merit never matters
On the gatekeeper's ladder
I feel consoled when I'm alone
Living life off of my phone
I was born too late
If that's the currency you trade in
Then I am happily broke
This game is a drag
I try to play it, but they never give back
How long before the change?
Before the wave (it) breaks our way, again?
And that hand swings down from the sky
To pluck you out of the flickering light
Till then you're minorly
A stepping stone in their own thing
I'm feeling better all the time
I've given up the climb
My merit never mattered
On the gatekeeper's ladder
I feel consoled when I'm alone
Living life off of my phone
I was born too late
If that's the currency you trade in
So I stopped the drinking
Then I got to thinking
How the years passed me by
On the sideline again
How long must I wait
For the host to let me in?
Let me in! Let me in!
We could sing all your songs, if you would let me in
Writer: Oliver John-Rodgers
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid