Agnes Obel - Philharmonics lyrics

rate me

Guess who died, last night

In grey stockings, in our mind

It was no loss

The only God of mine

He fell down, just to drown

In a sea of delight

To tame champagne

And creatures of the night

As the water took him over

Filled his lungs inside out

I sold his gold

For flowers and rice

Speaking fire, he would hire

Pawns and peasants just like me

To feed upon the conquered ones

But now we are free

Thanks to Mícheál for correcting these lyrics