Plastic Eyes from Different Streets by The Tambourine Girls
Tracklist
| 1. | Plastic Eyes | 4:45 |
Lyrics
The American Scene is behind
All the future seers and their
Lost sons and daughters
We ride over the dead cities
Over elephant bones
Over the grass covered sea
And I see the writing on the walls
It tells me of laws nobody obeys any longer
They want to be free from definition
They want to be defined
They want to see
They want to be blind
Felt like a matchstick
Waiting to plunder
Burn all the plastic
They put us under
Felt like a matchstick
Waiting for thunder
Burn all their plastic eyes
This war! This war! This war! He said
Raising his eyes and ringing his hands
This war! This war! Nobody comes here anymore
I am all alone
Phaestos is dead, She is forgotten
And then he took a little flower and put it in my hand
Why me
Felt like a matchstick
Waiting to plunder
Burn all the plastic
They put us under
Felt like a matchstick
Waiting for thunder
Burn all their plastic eyes
