Текст песни The Church - Kings
The Church - Kings слова песни
See history fade, it`s crystal clearAurora what you doing hereButtering the mouths of thievesShutter speed your bleeding leavesIn gardens in the orientLikelihood is good and spentHerod nods beneath the palmsHolds poor baby in his armsTunis and SardiniaThe oceans growing hungrierBeneath these walls we`ll sleep tonightBeneath this sky we`ll glide so brightAnd kings will come, years will passStars burn cold beneath the glassAnd days will glow in distant timeIn this storied haze the zephyrs grazeIn deserts where the dust storm blowsAnd lush black swamps where mandrake growsWe`re marching laughing to the drumWaiting for those kings to comeAnd kings will come and years will passStars burn cold beneath the glassAnd days will blow in distant timeIn this storied haze the zephyrs grazeAn infant with the voice of a croneIn Nebuchanezzars parking zoneCalls out my lord your end is nighI didn`t mean to make you cryIn deserts where the dust storm blowsAnd lush black swamps where mandrake growsWe`re marching laughing to the drumWaiting for those kings to comeThe circus sun in Nero eyesThe lions and the Christians riseSoftware sings and hardware hearsWe`re destined babe to live these years