Archaeologists Songtext
von Lotus Child

Hey you, what do you see with your scepter in hand?
Don′t lie, what am I but a sick sycophant?
Oh you pretty man with your pretty demands
Is there any honest way that I can not come dead?

That's right now
Capital′s deserted, it's returning to the woods now
Don't be scared now, don′t be scared

There are bodies everywhere
In silent decks of oxlitur
We see the archaeologists
They start to sail 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 poetry
A wife boxed up in frozen trains and delivered in the night
To the butcher man who asks no questions


And all are starting, songs are burning
Hearts are flooding through the square
Through the square and through the vines that wind up placards
And cocoon baroque hotels of god evil scale
The minor birds they nest themselves in TV aerials
And creepers creep across the pit

There are bodies everywhere
In silent decks of oxlitur
We see the archaeologists
They start to sail the darkest century

And now there's not enough
There′s not enough
There's nothing there for me
And your eyes are bright
I can′t tonight
I can't tonight

Oh my friend
I do believe it′s bigger than us both
And so to open up the door and let it go
And I fell into your eyes of blue
When all the rust had gone

There are bodies everywhere
In silent decks of oxlitur
We see the archaeologists
They start to sail the darkest century


And now there's not enough
There's not enough
There′s nothing there for me
And your eyes are bright
I can′t tonight
I can't tonight

Tonight, tonight
The empty sail
The empty sail
The empty sail
The empty sail