paroles de chanson Surrender to the Tentacles - Anton Sword

I see the precious and the edible
The gold, the folding and the spreadable
The square, the circle and the pentacle
Now we surrender to the tentacles

We watch the clouds drift by the balcony
We talk about imaginary enemies

We study all the plans and strategies
To conquer everyone in history
The Goth, the Persian and the Byzantine
The Mongol, Mandarin and Philistine

Cry for Uranus the sky god

Don't stop to think or it will rain
Look in my eyes, it will feel fine

We're taking photographs of water towers
And shopping for designer underwear
We're theorizing about dinosaurs
And taking pills and writing diaries
We don our helmets and our uniforms
Our patches, armbands and our leotards
We take our advice from adolescents
We drive our vespa into the sunset
While fantasizing we'll be president
Now we surrender to the tentacles