Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Heart of Brass , by - Charming Disaster. Release date: 06.06.2019
Song language: English
Heart of Brass |
| In the dirigible’s gondola, the clouds fog up your monocle |
| You wipe it with a handkerchief embroidered with a monogram |
| Looking for lost continents, you’d better check your pocket watch |
| We won’t be home for luncheon but they’ll keep the platters warm |
| Not as pure as gold (a captive of the scientist) |
| Not as sharp as glass (he practiced his experiments) |
| Not as strong as stone (flesh and blood will never last) |
| My baby’s got a heart of brass |
| Underneath the diving bell, return to the submersible |
| Before the lonely nautilus can wrap you in its tentacles |
| Moistening your handkerchief to polish your discoveries |
| The needle of the compass doesn’t point to any north |
| Not as pure as gold (a captive of the scientist) |
| Not as sharp as glass (she practiced her experiments) |
| Not as strong as stone (flesh and blood will never last) |
| My baby’s got a heart of brass |
| Quince paste laced with laudanum will get you through the tedium |
| Of waiting to be rescued from inside the sanitarium |
| The esoteric brotherhood suspect you’re up to nothing good |
| The ampule in your handkerchief will put them all to sleep |
| We’re all some kind of machine |
| We’re only cogwheels, pistons and steam |
| All of us powered by water and heat |
| It makes our tick-tock hearts beat beat beat beat |
| Beat beat beat beat beat beat beat beat |
| The automaton forever sits, its hand upon the writing desk |
| Gently grips a fountain pen that circumscribes an arabesque |
| Deciphering the messages encrypted by the alchemist |
| A handkerchief will wipe away the secrets that it keeps |
| Not as pure as gold (a captive of the scientist) |
| Not as sharp as glass (he practiced his experiments) |
| Not as strong as stone (flesh and blood will never last) |
| My baby’s got a heart of brass |
| Floating down the Amazon, we wonder if we’ve gone too far and |
| Plunge into the whirlpool at the basin of the waterfall |
| Scribbling this chronicle, the fog clouds up your monocle |
| A handkerchief can stopper up our message in a bottle |
| We have left it gently bobbing on the surface of the water |
| As we sail around the spiral into mystery or miracle |
| Cry into your scry glass, inquire of your oracle |
| Squint into your spyglass, you can see us wave farewell |