Summer Palace from Secret Kids by Virgin of the Birds

We walked in song
We were wanting all along
To yield to the hum
And the hissing in the heart of everyone
Or maybe just some of us
A summer in the palace
A place where we can rest our golden heads
And the yard goes on forever overhead

You cheated, then confessed
You wore that smile I detest
And I hate your friends

I've been to your parties
The only truth at your parties
Is when the party ends

Like two arms reaching out to pull us in
Where the wolves of the winter’s breath blows thin
Through a modern gaze we sat and watched the fall
And you were still left wanting after all
Since the summer palace sings so silvery
You lifted then abandoned me
Kiss your mistress, kiss your mistress
I broke up the band, with God as my witness

It's horrific how we feed
All our numberless needs
Just to watch them grow

If the lords are alive
Sound the bells, wake their wives
They ought to know

You’re not sick, you’re just in love

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