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
