THE DANCING KING

We pose and charge upon

The reigning queen

Who looks like a ghost

Upon the mony most people would agree

Oh, the soul is dance upon the english jew

Cross the green fields up possesion grows

We are the out of time

People of the rose

The nighty girl rejoices but the hour disapproves

The mornings are requited

The moon in my heart

Did you?

Now the dancing king is the sun

Damon Albarn