The White City - Rosaline

Few and far are my beliefs

Three short, three long, three short again

The ghost escaped but we saw his face

It hangs above his head until he throws it to the ground (altering the whole

thing)

The city’s knees are bent down

And he’ll still recall what he still has to say

Few and far are my beliefs, few and far, few and far

We can tear open the archives today

Few and far are my beliefs, few and far are my beliefs, few and far are my

beliefs

The ghost escaped but we saw his face

Party like it’s 1893, a celebration like it’s 1893, a certain feel of urgency

It hangs above his head until he throws it to the ground (altering the whole

thing)

The city’s knees are bent down