Church - Ancient History Lyrics
Sometimes I wonder how I got mixed up with youYou just cannot comprehend the things that I doThe truth is so fragile, the ties are so trueLying in the nettles where the blossoms once grewSo now youre asking what is this mysteryAnd all these questions, ancient historySometimes I wonder what is left to be saidIf Im consumed and fading will the children be fed?The roof is always creaking, the stone has been bledYou say Im just existing and you leave me for deadSometimes I can see your love is a sledSliding down the slopes that will lead to your bedSome of us are white, some of us are redSome have got these visions going round in our headsAs you go just blow a kiss to meAnd as it falls, ancient historySometimes a joke can get out of handLaughing like a conqueror in a new landConvinced down to his buttons this was how it was plannedTurns his back on ruins, that was nothing but sandCrossing your alps the ice and cold blister meAnd all the rest, ancient history
