Damon Albarn - The Dancing King lyrics

rate me

We pause and judge

upon the reigning queen

Who looks like a ghost

Upon the money most

people would agree

Oh the soulless dance

upon the English dew

Across the green fields

a procession grows

We are the out-of-time

people of the rose, sing

We are the out-of-time

people of the rose

The nightingale rejoices

The hour disapproves

The morning unrequited

The moon my heart did choose

Now the dancing king is the sun.

Thanks to anthony oliveira for correcting these lyrics