Letra de The Crow At Play

[Refrain]
Your palace and tomb
Your palace and tomb
Your palace and tomb
Your palace and tomb
Your palace and tomb
Your palace and tomb
Your palace and tomb
Your palace and tomb
Your palace and tomb
Your palace and tomb
Your palace and tomb
And on and on until I hear
"
Mache
David Shhhhhhh"
Or steal postcards titled
"
Λέσβος
in
Χρόνος
"
Or search at the market for
First Fish Fruit but the
Shopkeeper Declines
In SILENCE in his THROAT
And the STRETCH of his
VOICE shouts he has Sighted
Pixie at ShopLift
I write blue and
Raised Buntings to the BlueBlood
And wrote
Blue
Imagined our Queen's womb at
Market—burning follies
Glisten "I woke up this SunLight"
Screeched "Good night, Spaceship"
Coloured my prick green blue
And loosed bees or flies
And uttered primly "Oh Desert"
And read on the gas pumps "Yip:
Her Name is GAME"
Absurd Petrol Temple!
Lost Arch and Ace and
Us Angel was hit for 666
By the MouseSource
Drinking silk breasts whist
Alice was eclipsed
By the lovely light
And we raffled for the scaffolds
Speeding sweet throughout
The murdered wheel
"Charcoal for 6i6Nick"
"GogBotherers not wanted
here
"
And we were caught on the hop
At the ApocaLollipop scheming
93 ways to kill your lover
And mimed to all the Greatest Hits
By Cat Stevens and I as
Hound
I promise you: Gary Glitter is not
At Hell and I know
UtterÆon the logo
Shall not resurrect
You but the ΛΟΓΟΣ
Has already built for you
[Refrain]
Your palace and tomb
Your palace and tomb
Your palace and tomb
Your palace and tomb
Your palace and tomb
Your palace and tomb
Your palace and tomb
Your palace and tomb
Your palace and tomb
Your palace and tomb
Your palace and tomb
Your palace and tomb
The Crow at play through you
Is the HOLY GHOST
Or Satan's crisp whisper
Pretending Charlie is Girlie
Or a Fairy Gale
Whilst we bed down
For ChristMass
With the Channellers
At NightTime
With Column
(I was missing you
And kissing you
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
In media lied Teeth about
"The Death of SecondSight"
Or "The MURDER
Of the MOST HIGH
In GrillTown"
I fell silent, alone
Looked at my words in 3light
Dreamt I was satin, or ⲁⲛⲟⲕ
As in statistics; that she and I
Lost laughs—tripled Jay
As ThriceMice, discussed
Why Girl=Lamb=Rapture
And settled down
In the bright clear harbour
With spurs of harvest
Or sweet home
Apocalama