He licks the paper turns the page He writes the spoken word again Releases pools of untrapped blood To camouflage what’s understood Wrapped up in a golden throne He undresses overloads Walks quietly to a distant place Honest lies in washed out grace
Oh oh oh indicate we’re locked in Oh oh oh with the kings and queens
We are the happiest pretenders And we are the happiest pretenders.
Dressed down towards the Tyne He chases evening’s wonder whys Then misses hours time again Sweeps him underneath its wings
Oh oh oh indicate we’re locked in Oh oh oh with the kings and queens
We are the happiest pretenders And we are the happiest pretenders
And if they try to catch us out We’ll chase them down We’re gonna chase them down Cause we are the happiest pretenders
He wipes the crystal from his eyes He hits the lights and leaves them dry Undoes tomorrows unknown will Let's it slide Tastes the thrill [x2]
Cause we are the happiest pretenders And we are the happiest pretenders
And if they try to catch us out We’ll chase them down We’re gonna chase them down Cause we are the happiest pretenders
He wipes the crystal from his eyes He hits the lights and leaves them dry Undoes tomorrows unknown will Let's it slide Tastes the thrill
Compositores: Fraser Lance Thorneycroft Smith (Smith Fraser Lance Thorneycroft), Clare Rita Mary Maguire (Clare Maguire) ECAD: Obra #16259352