Peter Murphy - Crème De La Crème Lyrics
We joined this land where they paint the iceTo find the new we thrown Saturn diceWe dream in gold and simurg blueCréme de la Créme, it's to death, adieuNow we're laying on new wavesOur guns have lost their victims' namesOur concrete minds have turned to dustAngelic police have killed our lustNow we're laying on new wavesOur guns have lost their victims' namesOur concrete minds have turned to dustAngelic police have killed our lustTidal overflow reads the signThe secret soul is all that shinesWe sing our praise in model tonesAnd Dorian's mirror we do not ownWe're being lit by the shining oneOut of ourselves to ourselves we've goneWe click the heels of our glitter red shoesCréme de la Créme, it's to death, adieuNow we're laying on new wavesOur guns have lost their victims' names, yeahOut of ourselves, out of ourselvesOut of ourselves, out of ourselvesOut of ourselves, out of ourselvesOut of ourselves, out of ourselvesOut of ourselves, out of ourselvesOut of ourselves, out of ourselvesThe secret soulThe secret soulThe secret soul
