Lovers of the Disappeared
Quelle: Spotify
Stop
When the music dies we stop
Smoke hangs like a cloak over the city
As silence rolls in from the sea
Small wonder your eyes turn misty
When you think of the years that you lost
They said, that you were protected from above,
But this isn't Hollywood
Then they found parts of you all over London
The last of the mojitos
Volcanoes grows tentacles
Mountains become islands
In the shadows of her shadow
Little changes from year to year, for lovers of the disappeared
Just can’t imagine a tomorrow, on the sunny side of sorrow
Where were the architects of our destruction, where was the silent revolution
Where was crime scene investigation, when we were sucked into the escalator
Last thing
I remember was falling down stairs
Still doing handbrake turns in my dreams, wondering
How come the gods are all at Martha’s vineyard now
When we've fallen asleep at the wheel
There’s this smouldering vacuum where tomorrow was
for one night only, the universe is ours
From the rings of Jupiter to Hollywood Boulevard
Baby tonight we are fucking in the stars
The last of the mojitos
The future becomes impossible
Oceans unite as one
In the shadow of her shadow
Little changes from year to year, for lovers of the disappeared
Just can’t imagine a tomorrow, on the sunny side of sorrow
Where were the architects of our destruction, where was the silent revolution
Where was crime scene investigation, when we were sucked into the escalator
Together, together, together, together
Together, together, together, together
Together we will shatter on the rocks far below
Together we can make it into Madame Tussaud’s
Where was Howlin Wolf, where was sitting bull, where were the gods of the sun and the moon
Where was Krishna, where were the Kray twins, where were Hazelwood and Nancy Sinatra
Where was Nostradamus and the headless horseman, your gentle love in the fragile morning
The ugly ducklings and the screaming orphans, where were their fathers and there fathers before them
Where was Blackbeard and the skull and crossbones where was Chaplin, where was Sherlock Holmes,,,
Where was Zorro and the man from del Monte, where was Mr. Miyagi and the dead poets society
Together we are greater than the second coming
Together we are greater than the fire of London
Together we will climb the devil’s staircase
Together we will enter, smokers’ paradise
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