Kings

See history fade, it's crystal clear
 Aurora what you doing here
 Buttering the mouths of thieves
 Shutter speed your bleeding leaves
 In gardens in the orient
 Likelihood is good and spent
 Herod nods beneath the palms
 Holds poor baby in his arms
 Tunis and Sardinia
 The oceans growing hungrier
 Beneath these walls we'll sleep tonight
 Beneath this sky we'll glide so bright
 And kings will come, years will pass
 Stars burn cold beneath the glass
 And days will glow in distant time
 In distorted haze the zebras graze
 In deserts where the dust storm blows
 And lush black swamps where mandrake grows
 We're marching laughing to the drum
 Waiting for those kings to come
 And kings will come and years will pass
 Stars burn cold beneath the glass
 And days will blow in distant time
 In this storied haze the zephyrs graze
 An infant with the voice of a crone
 In Nebuchanezzars parking zone
 Calls out my lord your end is nigh
 I didn't mean to make you cry
 In deserts where the dust storm blows
 And lush black swamps where mandrake grows
 We're marching laughing to the drum
 Waiting for those kings to come
 The circus sun in Nero eyes
 The lions and the Christians rise
 Software sings and hardware hears
 We're destined babe to live these years