Living in Domes Songtext
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Living in Domes Songtext
Hey oh, hey oh, living in domes
Hey oh, open-air homes
Hey oh, effortless tone
Hey oh, evil has gone
Hey oh, cover′s been blown
Hey oh, hey oh, hey oh, living in domes
And what you can see is not what we've become
And what you can see is not...
Stone by stone, build a new home
On the land that no man can share
Stone by stone, raising the tone
In a place where the people stare
Wear and tear, mama don′t care
Hold your own on the touching stone
Hey oh, hey oh, living in domes
Working to the rhythm of an intellect that's driven by greed
Under domes it's a different kind
Concentrate to listen for the rumble that we christen king speed
Swaying double, trouble left behind
Smoke of human sacrifices Broken promise, money vices
No one moves and no one cares and no one says the living is square
And what you can see is not what we′ve become
And what you can see is not what we′ve become
And what you can see is not...
Lost and found, inherited from
In a place where the statesman are
Round and round, circular song
With a beat spectacular
Cliff above, curveball, African song
And your feet don't touch the ground
Pay on, pay on, you will go far
Hey oh, hey oh, hey oh, hey oh, hey oh
Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna
Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna
And what you can see is not what we′ve become
And what you can see is not...
And what you can see is not what we've become
And what you can see is not...
Hey oh, open-air homes
Hey oh, effortless tone
Hey oh, evil has gone
Hey oh, cover′s been blown
Hey oh, hey oh, hey oh, living in domes
And what you can see is not what we've become
And what you can see is not...
Stone by stone, build a new home
On the land that no man can share
Stone by stone, raising the tone
In a place where the people stare
Wear and tear, mama don′t care
Hold your own on the touching stone
Hey oh, hey oh, living in domes
Working to the rhythm of an intellect that's driven by greed
Under domes it's a different kind
Concentrate to listen for the rumble that we christen king speed
Swaying double, trouble left behind
Smoke of human sacrifices Broken promise, money vices
No one moves and no one cares and no one says the living is square
And what you can see is not what we′ve become
And what you can see is not what we′ve become
And what you can see is not...
Lost and found, inherited from
In a place where the statesman are
Round and round, circular song
With a beat spectacular
Cliff above, curveball, African song
And your feet don't touch the ground
Pay on, pay on, you will go far
Hey oh, hey oh, hey oh, hey oh, hey oh
Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna
Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna
And what you can see is not what we′ve become
And what you can see is not...
And what you can see is not what we've become
And what you can see is not...
Writer(s): Simon Jonathan Toulson Clarke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

