Lovers of the Disappeared - The Crimea

Stop

When the music dies we stop

Smoke hangs like a cloak over the city

As silence rolls in from the sea

Small wonder your eyes turn misty

When you think of the years that you lost

They said, that you were protected from above,

But this isn’t Hollywood

Then they found parts of you all over London

The last of the mojitos

Volcanoes grows tentacles

Mountains become islands

In the shadows of her shadow

Little changes from year to year, for lovers of the disappeared

Just can’t imagine a tomorrow, on the sunny side of sorrow

Where were the architects of our destruction, where was the silent revolution

Where was crime scene investigation, when we were sucked into the escalator

Last thing

I remember was falling down stairs

Still doing handbrake turns in my dreams, wondering

How come the gods are all at Martha’s vineyard now

When we’ve fallen asleep at the wheel

There’s this smouldering vacuum where tomorrow was

for one night only, the universe is ours

From the rings of Jupiter to Hollywood Boulevard

Baby tonight we are fucking in the stars

The last of the mojitos

The future becomes impossible

Oceans unite as one

In the shadow of her shadow

Little changes from year to year, for lovers of the disappeared

Just can’t imagine a tomorrow, on the sunny side of sorrow

Where were the architects of our destruction, where was the silent revolution

Where was crime scene investigation, when we were sucked into the escalator

Together, together, together, together

Together, together, together, together

Together we will shatter on the rocks far below

Together we can make it into Madame Tussaud’s

Where was Howlin Wolf, where was sitting bull, where were the gods of the sun

and the moon

Where was Krishna, where were the Kray twins, where were Hazelwood and Nancy

Sinatra

Where was Nostradamus and the headless horseman, your gentle love in the

fragile morning

The ugly ducklings and the screaming orphans, where were their fathers and

there fathers before them

Where was Blackbeard and the skull and crossbones where was Chaplin,

where was Sherlock Holmes,

Where was Zorro and the man from del Monte, where was Mr. Miyagi and the dead

poets society

Together we are greater than the second coming

Together we are greater than the fire of London

Together we will climb the devil’s staircase

Together we will enter, smokers' paradise