Treasures Of The Ancient World

Her blue eyes have a misty air
That project she is better than this
She bounces ecstatic over mattresses
Air changes with the flick of a wrist
Well you could say she deserves anything maybe

But no one deserves nothing at all
I’m staring upon her back pretending
To read the plaque on the museum wall
Her blue eyes have a misty air
That project she is better than this
In The Treasures of the Ancient World

I’m sensing for the scent of her secret
Well there’s a pleasure from the ancient world
I’m sensing for the scent of its secret

Her blue eyes have a misty air
That project heart’s not smaller than this
There’s a camp full of camels
Burst like Roman candles
Men mount their saddles and forget what they saw
And any moment I could change everything

Maybe but habit has a hold on us all
Her hand’s now upon my back
The pharaoh is on the plaque on the museum wall
Her blue eyes have a misty air
That project heart’s not smaller than this

In The Treasures of the Ancient World
Sensing for the scent of her secret
Well there’s a pleasure from the ancient world
I’m sensing for the scent of its secret

What’s that? The scent of a secret

Rocks around
Horse looks down
Tail shaking around
Suez Canal

Rocks around
Horse looks down
Tail shaking profound
Suez Canal