Žodžiai dainai: Secret Machines (The). Now Here Is Nowhere. Pharoah's Daughter.

Hold on the recent exchange
Is just another face arranged
By the knife edge of time
And just another waste of mind

I wonder....ahhh...
Was that the Pharoah's daughter
Or the wealth I still remember

You were dressed in unforms left over from the war
A tourniquet an iron vest
Our emblem was a star
The younger ones looked frightened
Left unguarded by the clouds
While sons afire with trembling hands
Burned heroes to the ground

Is it true
I wonder...ahhh
Is that the famous daughter
Of the well-heeled revolving oh so fine
While we were building caskets
ahhh...

The boys in leather jackets
The girls quite familiar