Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] Species: Vulpes vulpes (Red Fox) Condition: Fair, glass eyes lost gloss Location: Third shelf, near the clock Behind the velvet and the lock We wake when the key turns tight Bathed in that silver lunar light I see the owl stretch his wings While the ancient floorboard sings [Pre-Chorus] Harp strings hum a low refrain Oboe dancing through the rain Steelpan hits like falling glass Watching all the decades pass We hold the truth of the crime Frozen in a loop of time [Chorus] Oh, the gold is in the floor Right beneath the cellar door We saw the masks, we saw the heat Nineteen-seventy-two was sweet Should we speak or stay in place? Dust upon a frozen face Melancholy in the air No one knows that we were there [Post-Chorus] (Coded mumbles: Brrr-ta-ka-zii) (808s snapping: Click-clack-free) We know where the money lies Underneath our bead-black eyes [Verse] Exhibit B: The Great Horned Owl Witness to the midnight prowl Three men in a blue Econoline Crossing over the county line The driver had a jagged scar Smelling like a dive-bar tar They buried bags by the creek While we were too stiff to speak [Pre-Chorus] Choir samples fade and swell Secrets that we’ll never tell Unless the glass begins to break And the town begins to wake We hold the truth of the crime Frozen in a loop of time [Chorus] Oh, the gold is in the floor Right beneath the cellar door We saw the masks, we saw the heat Nineteen-seventy-two was sweet Should we speak or stay in place? Dust upon a frozen face Melancholy in the air No one knows that we were there [Bridge] (Microtonal shift: Pitch bends high) Do we owe the world a lie? Stitch by stitch, we are bound Silent feet upon the ground Regret is a heavy stuffing All this talk is just for nothing If we scream, who would hear? Only shadows, only fear [Hook] Seventy-two, the vault was wide Seventy-two, the truth inside Seventy-two, we watched them run Underneath the morning sun [Chorus] Oh, the gold is in the floor Right beneath the cellar door We saw the masks, we saw the heat Nineteen-seventy-two was sweet Should we speak or stay in place? Dust upon a frozen face Melancholy in the air No one knows that we were there [Post-Chorus] (Coded mumbles: Brrr-ta-ka-zii) (808s snapping: Click-clack-free) We know where the money lies Underneath our bead-black eyes [Outro]
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