blindblindblind

blindblindblind

the dust and the mess of our mornings
pomise that we'll never quit
so drunk though over hands surely woven
entire fleets of staggering ships
now our ships line the floors of the ocean
and the ocean's breaching the ridge
and the terrified dream of our wanderings
that once lit our way are now hid

we want punks in the palace
cause punks got the loveliest dreams
and our gang is liquored and lovely
and smart and sweet and lean
and burn with a curious flame
that spits and kicks and shines
and trumpets the labour of waking and trying
there ain't none-sometimes there is
banged, bitter-but cling to it
power's the province of miserable pricks
there ain't none but sometimes there is

policemen in parallel lines blindblindblind
the broken bones of quivering pines while
empty waters rise
may the light of our striving still shine
blindblindblind

may the light of our striving still shine
may the light of our striving still shine

love the horse or leave the horse
love the horse or leave the horse
lover oh lover oh lover oh lover
some hearts are true
some hearts are true
some hearts are true
some hearts are true
some hearts are true

ahoy!ye bland flump boys
go tear wings for wainful gain
our homemade choirs like forest fires
hiss neath golden rain
and slip the leash and the chain
and slip the leash and the chain
cause some hearts are true
but some hearts are hardly true
but some hearts are true
some hearts are true
some hearts are true
some hearts are true