For everything that it's worth
Our lives were fragile till dirt
We knocked on door after door
Always radiating
And when we got to the end
Above the noises of friends
The trumpets blew on the march
To avalanches of strings

To get lost amongst the shouts
Bringing our hollywood out
Tappin' along for the snakes to
Let the colours colour
Maybe kept apart for too long
Just let the right kiss the wrong
They can make babies for us
So they can write us all songs

But it was nothing divine
But it was nothing divine

The satellites low
We know what we know
The height of the hills
Will bring what they will

Our grandparents all became stars
The constellations that pass
Looking closely for strings and miss
The beautiful things
Maybe kept apart for too long
Just let the right kiss the wrong
They can make babies for us
So they can write us all songs

To let the colours colour
To let the colours colour

But it was nothing divine
But it was nothing divine

The satellites low
We know what we know
The height of the hills
Will bring what they will

The satellites low
We know what we know
The height of the hills
Will bring what they will

But it was nothing divine
But it was nothing divine
But it was nothing divine
But it was nothing divine


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    Lyric CorrectionFor everything that it's worth
    Our lives were fragile till dirt
    We knocked on door after door
    Always radiating
    And when we got to the end
    Above the noises of friends
    The trumpets blew on the march
    To avalanches of strings

    To get lost amongst the shouts
    Bringing our hollywood out
    Tappin' along for the snakes to
    Let the colours colour
    Maybe kept apart for too long
    Just let the right kiss the wrong
    They can make babies for us
    So they can write us all songs

    But it was nothing divine
    But it was nothing divine

    The satellites low
    We know what we know
    The height of the hills
    Will bring what they will

    Our grandparents all became stars
    The constellations that pass
    Looking closely for strings and miss
    The beautiful things
    Maybe kept apart for too long
    Just let the right kiss the wrong
    They can make babies for us
    So they can write us all songs

    To let the colours colour
    To let the colours colour

    But it was nothing divine
    But it was nothing divine

    The satellites low
    We know what we know
    The height of the hills
    Will bring what they will

    The satellites low
    We know what we know
    The height of the hills
    Will bring what they will

    But it was nothing divine
    But it was nothing divine
    But it was nothing divine
    But it was nothing divine
    Nintyon November 07, 2010   Link

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