Текст песни The Bust of Nefertiti - Hand Habits
In
the
belly
of
the
museum
Past
the
halls
of
men
in
power
Technological
advances,
spanning
millennia
of
knowledge
Her
face,
her
neck,
and
shoulders
seem
to
hover
like
a
tower
On
a
pedestal
of
marble
You
stood
there
for
an
hour,
weeping
at
the
symbols
Your
knees
cold
upon
the
tile
As
a
golden
disc
of
sunlight
seemed
to
circle
you
entirely
And
so
you
ask
the
question,
"Why
is
she
in
Germany?"
The
bust
of
Nefertiti
The
bust
of
Nefertiti
The
bust
of
Nefertiti
Residing
in
her
chamber
like
a
wise
Egyptian
deity
No
wonder
she's
so
famous,
how
she
radiates
divinity
And
in
the
diary
of
the
excavator
declares
she
must
be
seen
That
no
photograph
could
replicate
Gasping
for
air,
I
think
you
agree
As
you
weep
before
the
symbols,
your
knees
cold
upon
the
tile
How
a
golden
disc
of
sunlight
seems
to
circle
you
entirely
And
so
you
ask
the
question
once
more,
"Why
is
she
in
Germany?"
The
bust
of
Nefertiti
The
bust
of
Nefertiti
The
bust
of
Nefertiti
The
bust
of
Nefertiti
The
bust
of
Nefertiti
The
bust
of
Nefertiti
The
bust
of
Nefertiti
The
bust
of
Nefertiti
The
bust
of
Nefertiti
The
bust
of
Nefertiti
The
bust
of
Nefertiti
The
bust
of
Nefertiti
The
bust
of
Nefertiti
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