Birth of the True

The Birth Of The True - Aztec Camera

I feel the magic that our time has traced

And make a point of it in every place

But every place deserves a curse or two

For making me so far away from you

I saw some pictures of the world at war

I couldn't suss what all the fuss was for

I wear a picture of you wearing black

And kissing me behind the butler's back

Sometimes I get down

But it's not you that gets me down

It's just the sense of the impossible

Gratuitously handed down

Oh no not you don't wipe your eyes over lies

Just let them shine their blue

On every whisper that welcomes the inconceivable

And the birth of the true

I'd sack the world and make a second start

I'd sack my head until I found my heart

Distance with a red parade

And burn the banks down while the bugles played

Sometimes I get down

But it's not you that gets me down

It's just the sense of the impossible

Gratuitously handed down

But oh no not you don't wipe your eyes over lies

Just let them shine their blue

On every whisper that welcomes the inconceivable

And the birth of the true

On every whisper that welcomes the inconceivable

And the birth of the true

On every whisper that welcomes the inconceivable

And the birth of the true