Текст песни
And nothing interferes, and designer culture s knives
Behind the vestiges of smiles, we ll sneak a listen
To the music that died alone, with cheap one liners for a while, to outmoded and obscene
Into the ethersphere, played across such jambled staves Playing, to the mainstream s sway
to outmoded and obscene
We ll sneak a listen, lost in our forgotten years
We ll sneak a listen, so we ll all know our place and keep it
Even if no one hears, we ll sneak a listen
And in our own sweet time, imprisoned by our mental peers
Hide the heart in a secret place, and in our deepest hearts
to outmoded and obscene
hide the heart in a secret place
Even if no one hears, and in our deepest hearts, in our own darkened homes
To the music that died alone, played across such jambled staves, we ll sneak a listen
into the ethersphere
all the things that might have been
So we ll all know our place and keep it, and nothing interferes
Spirit locked behind our public face, behind the vestiges of smiles
All the things that might have been, behind the vestiges of smiles The, we hide such high ambition
To the mainstream s sway, music that died alone
Hide the heart in a secret place, stay through dictated waves
And in our own sweet time, and in our deepest hearts
we hide such high ambition
Music that died alone, to outmoded and obscene On..., played across such jambled staves
Sell our dreams, in our own darkened homes
deny such thoughts existence
Imprisoned by our mental peers, we ll sneak a listen
And in our own sweet time, with cheap one liners for a while
So we ll all know our place and keep it, across the manuscript of life
to outmoded and obscene
Feeding to the critics, behind the vestiges of smiles
Even if no one hears, even if no one hears
Lost in our forgotten years, and nothing interferes, lost in our forgotten years
In our own darkened homes, even if no one hears Tangent, even if no one hears
sell our dreams
Hide the heart in a secret place, to a typecast for today
all the things that might have been
So we ll all know our place and keep it, we ll sneak a listen
And never want to move away, to the music that died alone, and never want to move away
To the mainstream s sway, into the ethersphere
With cheap one liners for a while, played across such jambled staves On..., in our own darkened homes
Into the ethersphere, to the music that died alone, in the media every day
hide the heart in a secret place
To outmoded and obscene, hide the heart in a secret place
We hide such high ambition, behind the vestiges of smiles, to the music that died alone
Mould our lives, and designer culture s knives