Spy Thriller Disco Scene (2022 remastered) ft. Foreign Telegram Lyrics

Counting leaves fall in the plaza

We are circling talking nowhere

Between Bedouin chants and Krishna drums

Your words are walking out of our lives

These nights of vigil, of sleeping against doors

In another city full of the walking dead

As if I'm falling and I can't awake

I see you found us another intrigue

What now and how many times must we

Play through the same old argument?

Once again, we left the door ajar

So gouge another piece of what's left of me

What's left of me

What's left of me

I can see the salt flats glittering in the rain

I can see the graffiti marring the Wailing Wall

The red in the sky that lights up the desert

The dead factories rusting in the retrofit neon

Then back again at your doorsteps

Where I fear myself the most

Your deprecated politeness

And my tired courtesies

What now and how many times must we

Play through the same old argument?

Once again, we left the door ajar

So gouge another piece of what's left of me

What's left of me

The mangled web of mysteries withstanding

Standing at the threshold of who we are

Let's disregard the religion of youth

Drop out of this irony and nostalgia

Wear our worst fears on our faces

Paint our skins a new color

Let's go out into the night

Let's go out tonight

What now and how many times must we

Play through the same old argument?

Once again, we left the door ajar

So gouge another piece of what's left of me

What's left of me

What's left of me

What's left of me