Theme for the Cross - King Krule

Las maravillas del mundo

Recuerdas un día (De la mente)

Del abismo de la existencia

Recuerdos sumergentes

Recuerdos de la tierra

The sky was open and gorgeous

The blue was a view but was tortured

Chemtrails poke holes through commuters

Swept, swept, we went to find water

Tin can flew off to Mallorca

The TV had said that you ought to

The same show protested the order

From fifty foot, cigs blow smoke 'cross the border

To men that drowned holding their daughters

And weren’t allowed refuge from the horrors

The instruction was mutual borders

I ain’t felt this world and its orbit

Haven’t felt this world and its orbit

TV runs the show’s creds and goes dead

Now it’s time to climb bed and be well-slept

Sometimes I watch the TV in my head

Sometimes I watch the TV in my head