It took a thousand years,
To find this in the dark,
At once the blowtorch burns,
And illuminates where we are,
Eyes full of lidocaine,
Numb colors into grays,
I scratched your initials in,
And I folded over the clay.
Song of king,
Song of queen,
Song of tinfoil royalty,
Heaven, send your mountain tops,
To me.
Song of lust,
Song of spring,
Song is nothing, if not to sing,
Heaven, send your mountain tops,
To me.
Bang the calliope,
The three songs that you know,
Slip down a hundred streets,
Searching pots of gold,
Find it there in your teeth,
Speaking,
Tales untold.
Song of king,
Song of queen,
Song of tinfoil royalty,
Heaven, send your mountain tops,
To me.
Song of lust,
Song of spring,
Song is nothing, if not to sing,
Heaven, send your mountain tops,
To me.
Song of hearts,
Song of spades,
Song of good men, wasting away,
Oh lord, hold the accolades,
Song of lust,
Song of spring,
Sung for no reason, but to sing!
Heaven, send your mountain tops,
To me.
The Planes are a three-piece indie rock band from Brooklyn, NY. Since their founding in 2010 by guitarist/singer Stephen
Perry, they’ve earned a reputation for writing catchy indie rock jams, showing up to gigs on time, and taking that last drink ticket off your hands, y’know, if you’re not going to use it anyway and it would just go to waste....more