Paroles Archaeologists de Lotus Child

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Hey you, what'd you say with your sceptre in hand?
Don't lie, what am I but a sick sycophant?
Oh you, pretty men with your pretty demands
Is there an honest way that I can knock 'em dead?
That's up now

The capitals deserted, it's returning to the woods
Now don't be scared now, don't be scared.

The bodies everywhere
The silent decks of arks litter the sea.
The archaeologists,
they start to sift the darkest century.

There's a blight parasite in the countryside so the camps are shipping
Lean, sweet, cuts of meat off the bodies of banished poets.
They arrive, boxed up, in frozen trains
and delivered in the night to the butcher man who asks no questions.
And all a sudden, songs are budding, hearts are flooding through the square. Through the square.
Through the vines, they wind up placards and cocoon baroque hotels
Don't be scared
The mynah birds they nest themselves in TV aerials
as creepers creep across Phnom Penh.

The bodies everywhere
The silent decks of arks litter the sea.
The archaeologists,
They start to sift the darkest century.
But now it's not enough, it's not enough, there's nothing there for me.
You eyes are bright
I can't deny, I can't deny…

Oh my friend
I do believe it's bigger than us both
And so to open up the door and let it go
I fell into your eyes of blue
When all the rust had come

The bodies everywhere
The silent decks of arks litter the sea.
The archaeologists,
They start to sift the darkest century.
But now it's not enough, it's not enough, there's nothing there for me.
You eyes are bright
I can't deny, I can't deny…
Deny
Deny

The empty city


(Thanks to Sabrinna for these lyrics)

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