Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Empire, artist - The Black Angels. Album song Passover, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 21.12.2008
Record label: Blue Scholars, Light in the Attic
Song language: English
Empire |
| Oh, the empires calling, |
| Trying to hear his voice, |
| While he’s preaching to the choir, |
| And that choir is death and noise. |
| And he closes up his fist, and he sees if they exist. |
| Angels with broken wings, |
| Melodic harmonies she sings. |
| She brings you white daffodils, |
| You place them on your windowsill. |
| Then you open up your fist, and you see if they exist. |
| Well you sit in dark forests, |
| You’ve been there for quite a while. |
| And when they come to take you, |
| You just sit and smile. |
| You say, «Hey, you take this. |
| I’m gonna see if you exist.» |
| Oh it’s time to leave here, |
| And I still have my knife, |
| And it’s pressed up against my body, |
| Tonights gonna be the night. |
| And I cut my own wrist, just to see if I exist. |