Текст песни You Are All Princes - Egg

My ears smoke, awaiting the word
My eyes, the apparition

Why don't you speak?
Why hold your arms so
For chasing crows down?
Mouth a hole of grief

(First the other/Thirsty of the) ghost of (...)
Will they come down to me now?

Why don't you speak?
Why hold your arms so
For chasing crows down?
Mouth a hole of grief

Princes
You are all princes