The fading temple bells calm the waves. The world rocks carefully. The sand draws its constellations in the moonlight. The clocks turn back time to greet the Spring, While abandoned dolls in the seaweed dream with open pearl eyes, Among whales Snoring dark frequencies into the night. We dream of stones now. All the softness is gone. Salt alters all that remains. It shapes pebbles and eternal thirst. It carves up your body, so that you too will vapourise And the rain will carry you out to sea Slowly, I wake from a dream to be in another dream Where everything moves to the beat of a resonating drum It rings louder and louder and longer and longer All the way to the border And back to when we were young and out of our minds Out of our minds Slowly, I fall into a dream to think that's just a dream As breathing in and out with my beating heart It beats louder and louder and longer and longer All the way to the border And back to when I was young and out of my mind Out of my mind

All our monkeys have monkeys We drive our deathcrush diamond Jaguar Limosines We're not fantastic motherfuckers, but we play them on TV It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress The scabaret sacrilegends This is the Golden Age of Grotesque We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress The scabaret sacrilegends This is the Golden Age of Grotesque The devils are girls with Van Gogh's missing ear You say what you want but filth is all that they hear I've got the jigger to make all you bigger Ladies und gentlemen So drop your pissroom mate, and make sure you're not late You tramps and lunatics Here's a trick that's gonna make you click We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress The scabaret sacrilegends This is the Golden Age of Grotesque We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress The scabaret sacrilegends This is the Golden Age of Grotesque It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like So my Bon Mots, Hit-boy Tommy Irons, Rowdy rowdies, Honey-fingered Goodbye Dolls Hellzapoppin, open your third nostril Put on your black face, and your god is gone We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress The scabaret sacrilegends This is the Golden Age of Grotesque We're the low Art Gloominati, and we aim to depress The scabaret sacrilegends This is the Golden Age of Grotesque We sing la la, la la, la la lah We sing la la, la la, lah La la, la la, la la, lah We sing la la, la la, la la lah

We're fast asleep but wide awake Hoping our dreams come true We don't know what will come our way But we will feel brand new The stars go out We fade to black I'm counting down I will meet you there We say goodbye for one more night And I see you Like asteroids Soaring through the sky We feel like Strangers passing by Don't fight it Let our worlds collide We got to 'Cause I need you Like asteroids Soaring through the sky We feel like Strangers passing by Don't fight it Let our worlds collide We got to 'Cause I need you We can't really live without it Getting lost inside the void When the emptiness surrounds us Everything is possible My body feels lighter You're taking me higher I see you The stars go out We fade to black I'm counting down I will meet you there We say goodbye for one more night And I see you Like asteroids Soaring through the sky We feel like Strangers passing by Don't fight it Let our worlds collide We got to 'Cause I need you Like asteroids Soaring through the sky We feel like Strangers passing by Don't fight it Let our worlds collide We got to 'Cause I need you We're fast asleep but wide awake We're fast asleep but wide awake