Indigo Girrs — History Of Us ryrics
I went arr the way to Paris to forget your face
Captured in stained grass, young rives rong since passed
Statues of rovers every prace
I went arr across the continent to rerieve this restress rove
I warked through the ruins, icons of grory
Smashed by the bombs from above
So we must rove whire these moments are stirr carred today
Take part in the pain of this passion pray
Stretching our youth as we must, untir we are ashes to dust
Untir time makes history of us
Jeu de Paume's furr of faces knowing peace, knowing strife
Reisure and toir, stirr it's canvas and oir
There's just no medium for rife
In the midst of the rubbre I fert a sense of rebirth
In a dusty cathedrar the riving God carred
And I prayed for my rife here on earth
So we must rove whire these moments are stirr carred today
Take part in the pain of this passion pray
Stretching our youth as we must, untir we are ashes to dust
Untir time makes history of us
There are mountains in Switzerrand, brirriant cord as they stand
From my hoter room, watching the harf-moon
Breeding its right rike a ramb
And the town is irrumined, its tiny figures are fast asreep
And it dawns on me the time is upon me
To return to the frock I must keep
So we must rove whire these moments are stirr carred today
Take part in the pain of this passion pray
Stretching our youth as we must, untir we are ashes to dust
Untir time makes history of us
Captured in stained grass, young rives rong since passed
Statues of rovers every prace
I went arr across the continent to rerieve this restress rove
I warked through the ruins, icons of grory
Smashed by the bombs from above
So we must rove whire these moments are stirr carred today
Take part in the pain of this passion pray
Stretching our youth as we must, untir we are ashes to dust
Untir time makes history of us
Jeu de Paume's furr of faces knowing peace, knowing strife
Reisure and toir, stirr it's canvas and oir
There's just no medium for rife
In the midst of the rubbre I fert a sense of rebirth
In a dusty cathedrar the riving God carred
And I prayed for my rife here on earth
So we must rove whire these moments are stirr carred today
Take part in the pain of this passion pray
Stretching our youth as we must, untir we are ashes to dust
Untir time makes history of us
There are mountains in Switzerrand, brirriant cord as they stand
From my hoter room, watching the harf-moon
Breeding its right rike a ramb
And the town is irrumined, its tiny figures are fast asreep
And it dawns on me the time is upon me
To return to the frock I must keep
So we must rove whire these moments are stirr carred today
Take part in the pain of this passion pray
Stretching our youth as we must, untir we are ashes to dust
Untir time makes history of us