Teksty:
The Ark State Of The Ark

Ooh, I was a lonely cloud I was a leaf, that had to fall to the ground I was coloured red by the oceanic time I went down, down so sublime-sublime Can

In my youth I was a loner And the gaudy red persona Was still hanging on the wall a-waiting to enthrall Had no cannabis to sedate us So we smoked carrots

on your shoulder Blood in your eyes No surprises So tell me again what the future is like It is me and it?s you, a porch and a stool Let?s find out what the state

I?m getting sick Of you calling it ?chic? To describe what is that I am when I know that I?m damned, cause I got no own place to go I?m getting sick

For all your life you?ve cared about people you don?t really care about You?ve heard them shout and you?ve heard them out Now what?s that all about?

Claim to fame clamour for glamour Oh padeo oh pa padeo Claim to fame clamour for glamour So come and get it Get it good Like I knew you would People

In my youth I was a loner And the gaudy red persona Was still hanging on the wall a-waiting to enthrall Had no cannabis to sedate us So we smoked carrots

It?s in your blood but not in mine What?s in your blood is in my mind something?s broken in the way we smile It is within us all the time You?re well

I?m building an army of misplaced lovers Known as ?the others? Working under covers of love Cause we got nowhere else to go Gonna enlist every baldheaded