The Revival - James Hurr & Simon Field

It took a little longer than we hoped, but it was worth it Y'know, it takes a village to raise a scheme To patch the holes of a mausoleum Well, we're packing in the patronage like it's a lotto (And everybody wins) Now take a seat so the show can start And will you welcome these works of art? Isn't she beautiful? No? Maybe another one here could entertain? Uh, yes? We swear that every minute's worth the wait Hey, it's a cry you can't contain A release you couldn't estimate And the secret's safe as long as you pay It's so good to be so bad You can leave it when you walk away And pretend you've washed your hands of it Last call for the Sunday squaws And there's no room left for hem and haw We'll give a gift long overdue And make a sultan out of you That's right, yeah, any troglodyte Can have a life in the party as a socialite Or if you're looking to efface You can retire without a trace Don't you bother with doubt Hey, it's a cry you can't contain A release you couldn't estimate And the secret's safe as long as you pay It's so good to be so bad You can leave it when you walk away And pretend you've washed your hands of it Another candidate for giving her bruises Another night that she'll dissociate Another man who thinks the rules don't apply to him Another candidate for giving her bruises Another night that she'll dissociate Long was this road I've wandered But short did my temperance live Here I've helped him build a temple To deify this czar of sin Now who to blame but I for tying These knots so well at my wrists? The noose would surely find me if I'm too wily But what of the life I'd live? The sale of a soul that falls As foolish as young Esau It's better if I withdraw Hey, it's a cry you can't contain A release you couldn't estimate And the secret's safe as long as you pay It's so good to be so bad You can leave it when you walk away And pretend you've washed your hands of it

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She walks out with the wind The psilocybin it starts to kick in She gives it away with a glance and a grin Before she leaves the room I am young as a child Resting my head on the pillow, I smile Lost in the moment I hold it awhile Before she's gone too soon Staring at stars and trying my hand Thinking the thoughts of a useless man Young and wild, and growing old too soon And asking the questions like who hung the moon Under a blanket of infinite time Drunk on the year and the taste of the wine Young and wild, and growing old too soon And asking the questions like who hung the moon