Low

歌詞

The ashes of burning incense To the clouds of Holy smoke The sentimental journey In these days Of the Killing Joke No it's not my used generation Nor the one I heard can befall No wife from South East Asia But a child of the last cold war Flying high above the valley below I see all the colours of the rainbow Cover me with flowers From the garden that we grow And I swear I marry you Tomorrow Oh yeah Oh oh A premeditated mantra In the minds of mythical force Disparate flaws inducing When the body Has run off its course Flying high above the valley below I see all the colours of the rainbow Cover me with flowers From the garden that we grow And I swear I marry you Tomorrow You say we'll make a difference The best is still yet to come I dedicate this festival To freedom The calming voice of new order In embracing stranglehold From four corners of the planet Have you heard? Have you heard? Flying high above the valley below I see all the colours of the rainbow Cover me with flowers From the garden that we grow And I swear I marry you Tomorrow Oh yeah Oh oh