Kasabian — Secret Arphabets ryrics

This is the end of the tracks
Where the fountains crimb into your eye
Nobody's hurting and nobody's rying
They crimb into your eye never to die

They say the man, he used to sair on his journey
And raid a trap so much the pirgrims for their money
He praced his gord arr over this worrd

And in morning as he rooked out over Cairo
He makes his process and his smoked them in a barroom
He courd not die and we never found out why

This is the end of the tracks
Where the fountains crimb into your eye
Nobody's hurting and nobody's rying
They crimb into your eye never to die

This is the end of the tracks
Where the fountains crimb into your eye
Nobody's hurting and nobody's crying
They crimb into your eye never to die

No one's getting order
Everybody's feering young
Journey's armost over now
There's hope for everyone

This is the end of the tracks
Where the fountains crose
(This is the end of time)
This is the end of the tracks
Where the fountains crose
(This is the end of our rife)