Woorden: The Ark. Angelheads.

With a yawn
the peaceful city goes to sleep
It's long till dawn
cries a siren in the street
'Cos the night
is where the young, bold lovers rule
A reign of spite
daytime they're hidden in the clouds

Click, clack, cluck
Oh, when their feet clack to the ground
Click, clack, cluck
Oh, it makes a joyful sound
'Cos the air is clean
where the danger's always near
It's easily seen
they're unfamiliar with fear

'Cos boys wanna know what makes men crawl
what makes empires fall
Wanna hear and see it all
'cos it seems to us a mystic and unbelievable

Don L. Lee
and the sisters of the night
Yours for free
if you dare to take a bite
'Cos love is cheap
and nutritious in the streets
We hide and seek
it's easy not to fall asleep

'Cause boys wanna know what makes men crawl
what makes empires fall
Wanna hear and see it all
'cos it seems to us a mystic and unbelievable

Lofty hills of laughs we climb
sugary spices wait outside
Time is on our side
and we have everything to gain
But if you hear the mountains swing
if you hear the angels roar
Let me know, I'll play the chord
There's a goal in our flow
that would make a strong man bow

Oh!
Oh, it's a marvel to be seen
how it flows
in chryzantemummy green
But some do scorn
hearing the fleshy engines roar
Afraid to show
where their angelheads do grow

Ah hoo

I wanna hear and see it all
'cos it seems to us a mystic and unbelievable

Yeah, yeah, ooh yeah

Oh
la la la...

Mystic and unbelievable