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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. SongtexteThe 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) Aus Songtexte Mania