Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Choir of Cicadas, artist - Poets Of The Fall. Album song Ultraviolet, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 04.10.2018
Record label: Insomniac, Playground
Song language: English
Choir of Cicadas |
It's the season of dust trailing old pick up trucks |
Seashells washed ashore down by the docks |
So baby pull on your blue jeans turn the radio loud |
Don't wait for the hour to give birth to doubt |
In the peak harvest of snakebites and wasted hindsight |
When trivial truths sit next to the taillights |
When fenders of chrome they rattle and hum |
All carved in the shape of freedom |
Those flea market stalls in the bone dry noon |
Despite pretty signs, look cursed and marooned |
And trumpet notes wailing from the candy store |
Like a work of art of uneasy rapport |
The wreckage, the blunder, the tarot read |
In the heat blurry air we're down in the field |
Where to the choir of cicadas' jubilee |
Among the clouds we once fell asleep |
The sirens of the shipyard by those derelict whales |
Old mothers singing rusty old tales |
Like revving engines keening sky high |
Yet theirs is never a war cry |
So I'll be your lover now, brazen and bright |
Like the flare of a match you struck in the night |
Though what does a stray know 'bout holy and true |
But I'll always come to your rescue |
Oh lord won't you hear your children cry |
Singing their praise and their hallelujahs |
I have no more words to describe |
An empty sky of hollow blue, yeah |
So where is my lover, my firelight |
The line on the edge of truth and rumour |
We took our vows in the heart of the night |
We were brazen and bright, when we were brazen and bright |