Brazzaville - Foreign Disaster Days şarkı sözleri

Fades like a Super 8
Shot from above the parade
My mother the sad young Jew
Glimpsed in a dream or two
She’s always my saving grace

Love beneath the waves
Memories of her face
Drag me down like heroin
Foreign disaster days

Well there’s nothing like a car bomb
Window shopping at 3
All she ever wanted
Was a lighthouse by the sea
She’s always my saving grace….

Carnaval scene gone strange
A little word stuck in my brain
We float down the avenue
My father a ghostly blue
He’s always my saving grace….