Lyrics

I swill nostalgia cheap enough To fill this plastic bottle up So lacquered up with sap that I fall right into the trap Of letting longing be enough When history is swallowed by the tide Beneath a frozen city sky And when the final troubadour has died Hope I'm still laughing by your side Thought we'd be chanting Ça Ira Or up against some Fordist factory walls But we pacify ourselves, we don't need Mustafa's help And there'll be no guillotine to fall When history is swallowed by the tide Beneath a frozen city sky And when we find thе doomsayers were right Hopе I'm still laughing by your side And we will all go together when we go Can't say we don't deserve it Can't say we didn't know And on a pale, pale horse we will ride real slow Off into the dim blue hour glow