Hey you, what'd you say with your sceptre in hand?
Dont 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?

The capitals deserted, its returning to the woods
Now don't be scared, now don't be scared

There are 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
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

There are bodies everywhere
The silent decks of arks litter the sea
The archaeologists
They start to sift the darkest century
And now there's not enough
There's nothing here for me
Though your eyes are bright
I can't tonight
I can't tonight

Oh my friends
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

There are bodies everywhere
The silent decks of arks litter the sea
The archaeologists
They start to sift the darkest century
And now there's not enough
There's nothing here for me
Though your eyes are bright
I can't tonight
I can't tonight

The empty city
The empty city
The empty city
The empty city


Lyrics submitted by P514sub

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