Wait 'til you're announced-
we've not yet lost all our graces
The hounds will stay in chains
look upon your greatness and she'll send the call out
Call all the ladies out
They're in their finery
A hundred jewels on throats
A hundred jewels between teeth
Now bring my boys in
Their skin in craters like the moon
The moon we love like a brother
while he glows through the room
Dancing around the lies we tell
Dancing around big eyes as well
Even the comatose, they don't dance and tell
We live in cities you'll never see onscreen
Not very pretty but we sure know how to run things
Living in ruins of a palace within my dreams
and you know
we're on each other's team
I'm kind of over getting told to throw my hands up in the air
So there
So all the cups got broke
Shards beneath our feet
but it wasn't my fault
And everyone's competing
for a love they won't receive
'cause what this palace wants
is release
I'm kind of over getting told to throw my hands up in the air
So there
I'm kind of older than I was when I reveled without a care
So there
Produced, Mixed and Engineered by Joel Little
Recorded at Golden Age
Published by Copyright Control / Sony ATV
Vocals by Ella Yelich O'Connor
All Instrumentation by Joel Little
Mastering Engineer: Stuart Hawkes of Metropolis
