You Are All Princes
My ears smoke, awaiting the word
My eyes, the apparition
Why don't you speak?
Why hold your arms so
for chasing crows down?
Mouth a hole of grief
(First the other/Thirsty of the) ghost of (...)
Will they come down to me now?
Why don't you speak?
Why hold your arms so
for chasing crows down?
Mouth a hole of grief
Princes
You are all princes
My eyes, the apparition
Why don't you speak?
Why hold your arms so
for chasing crows down?
Mouth a hole of grief
(First the other/Thirsty of the) ghost of (...)
Will they come down to me now?
Why don't you speak?
Why hold your arms so
for chasing crows down?
Mouth a hole of grief
Princes
You are all princes
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Writer(s): David Lloyd Stewart, Clive Colin Brooks, Hugo Martin Montgomery-campbell
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