pela cochlea: Villagers - The Waves

When the waves
Cover the coastal plains
The tents and the cars and the trains
and the trace of honeybee cemeteries
Of well insulated dignitaries
All screaming of the memory of the human love
For anything, or anyone
Look at the birds, look at the bees
Madam, it's all the same to me
Look at the girls, look at the gold,
gathered, beaten, bought and sold
One man's innocence is another's chance
What were you thinking of?

When the waves
Cover the coastal plains
The tents and the cars and the trains
and the trace of honeybee cemeteries
Of well insulated dignitaries
All screaming of the memory of the human love
For anything, or anyone
Look at the birds, look at the bees
Madam, it's all the same to me
Look at the girls, look at the gold,
gathered, beaten, bought and sold
One man's innocence is another's chance
What were you thinking of
Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/villagers/the-waves-lyrics/#rdsdwGyCMJMfKxy1.99

When the waves
Cover the coastal plains
The tents and the cars and the trains
and the trace of honeybee cemeteries
Of well insulated dignitaries
All screaming of the memory of the human love
For anything, or anyone
Look at the birds, look at the bees
Madam, it's all the same to me
Look at the girls, look at the gold,
gathered, beaten, bought and sold
One man's innocence is another's chance
What were you thinking of?
Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/villagers/the-waves-lyrics/#rdsdwGyCMJMfKxy1.99

When the waves
Cover the coastal plains
The tents and the cars and the trains
and the trace of honeybee cemeteries
Of well insulated dignitaries
All screaming of the memory of the human love
For anything, or anyone
Look at the birds, look at the bees
Madam, it's all the same to me
Look at the girls, look at the gold,
gathered, beaten, bought and sold
One man's innocence is another's chance
What were you thinking of?
Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/villagers/the-waves-lyrics/#rdsdwGyCMJMfKxy1.99

When the waves
Cover the coastal plains
The tents and the cars and the trains
and the trace of honeybee cemeteries
Of well insulated dignitaries
All screaming of the memory of the human love
For anything, or anyone
Look at the birds, look at the bees
Madam, it's all the same to me
Look at the girls, look at the gold,
gathered, beaten, bought and sold
One man's innocence is another's chance
What were you thinking of?
Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/villagers/the-waves-lyrics/#rdsdwGyCMJMfKxy1.99