Belle Epoque - Lieutenant

A day of rest is hardly ever

A day at rest’s a callow sigh

A day a rest is hardly ever

Hardly ever sealed in time

The follies raged at night

Who’s denied?

The furst + feathers orchids shine on

passer’s by

Then a railway is laid

And the horses are well fed

There’s a lust for a uniform

And a grand parade

The summer guns mark how they lost the Belle Époque

The railway stays the one way sound of shots

A gilded age is hardly ever

Aware of where it’s follies are

A gilded age has hardly ever

Not embraced it’s tragic flaw

The Children sleep safely at night

Sweet pronounced

The park is full

The trees in bloom

Bellies full and hearts alive

The summer guns mark how they lost the Belle Époque

The railway stays the one way sound of shots

They dug a trench

Then discovered how to fill it

The bread goes bad

Later than a spare bullet

They dicovered, discovered how to fill it

Faster than a spare bullet

A palace untested decays

A heart at rest is merdly fallow

No, this heart is simply asking

To be acquitted from the gallows

The summer guns mark how they lost the Belle Époque

The railway stays the one way sound of shots

The summer guns mark how they lost the Belle Époque

The railway stays the one way sound of shots.