Cats and Cats and Cats - The Bee's Knives | Текст песни

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The room was dark and painted red
We all drew straws for our uncertain deaths
A candle flickered across the floor
Throwing shadows against the trembling walls
We’d hoped would hold our bodies in close
How wrong we were
We were quite wrong
Through the air came wasps and bears
Ants and antelopes and all you’ve ever seen
In flight we fought
We thought it was right
How wrong we were
Now my steps shiver
Into the ether
Into the air
With five fine fingers and eyes all manic
A mumbled panic into the silence
We’d fled so faithful and swallowed scaredness
We’d hide and hibernate
As oh the oleander grows like swollen pockets of stones
Around the bones of our old homes
We await the bees and their knives
She’s here
Now my words carry across the valley we used to share
Now my cries stretch on into the birdsong into the air
Wake me up when it’s over let’s get out of here
We’ll make homes in the canyons
Let’s get out of here
Wake me up and it’s a brilliant new day
In the sun the winding streets sink under the grass

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