Theme for the Cross

作曲 : Archy Marshall

作词 : Archy Marshall

The sky was open and gorgeous

The blue was a view but was tortured

Chemtrails poke holes through commuters

Swept sweat we went to find water

Tin can flew off to New York

The TV had said that you ought to

The same show protested the order

From fifty-foot cigs blowing smoke across the border

To men who'd drowned holding their daughters

And weren't allowed refuge from the horrors

The instruction was mutual borders

I ain't felt this world and its orbit

Haven't felt this world and its orbit

The TV runs the show's creds and goes dead

Now it's time to climb bed and be well-slept

Sometimes I watch the TV in my head

Sometimes I watch the TV in my head