Dirt Poor Robins - Enchanté lyrics
[Dirt Poor Robins - Enchanté lyrics]
When I was a little lass
The angels leapt from panes of glass
So unafraid, unafraid
And the arches knelt to pray
While the gargoyles kept away
Any demon that would scheme to steal
My childlike faith
We huddled up, we held on tight
For grounded men were jealous of
The angel's flight, angel's flight
They were butterflies to them
So they brought their boards to pin
The wings and bodies of our gods
For studying
We couldn't fight them in the end
Once we saw the heavens through
Their modern lens, modern lens
Oh, how can we atone
For the secrets we were shown?
Like a basilisk, they fixed our spirit's
Hard as stone
Alas, the muses through their glasses
Drift away as only madness
Drowning in the din of our animal skins
Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté
Every myth to crack it's lips
Has nothing more to say
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
If we can't raise the dead
We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise
We're gonna raise hell instead
From chagrin I've been released
Paint me in a portrait sans
The fig leaves, fig leaves
And I will not be concerned
Or ignore the things I yearn
My hunger is the rule I cannot overturn
Alas, the virtues through their glasses
Hid themselves from our madness
All we have within is our animal skins
Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté
Greet your beast and let 'em streak
Into the fray
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
If we can't raise the dead
We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise
We're gonna raise hell instead
I miss the days when stars were saintly
They sang to me in ways innately
Before we enslaved the symphony
To playing anthems for selling things
I used to wonder, wander farther
Into awe, but those days were squandered
My ghost was lost to the grownup gallows
So I find my spirit in the bottle
But, oh! That bottle
Oh that bottle, oh that bottle
Oh that bottle!
Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté
Name the powers "meteors"
And let us go insane
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
If we can't raise the dead
We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise
We're gonna raise hell instead
Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh
Greet your beast and let 'em streak
Into the fray ooh, ooh, ooh ooh
If we can't raise the dead
We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise
We're gonna raise hell instead
The angels leapt from panes of glass
So unafraid, unafraid
And the arches knelt to pray
While the gargoyles kept away
Any demon that would scheme to steal
My childlike faith
We huddled up, we held on tight
For grounded men were jealous of
The angel's flight, angel's flight
They were butterflies to them
So they brought their boards to pin
The wings and bodies of our gods
For studying
We couldn't fight them in the end
Once we saw the heavens through
Their modern lens, modern lens
Oh, how can we atone
For the secrets we were shown?
Like a basilisk, they fixed our spirit's
Hard as stone
Alas, the muses through their glasses
Drift away as only madness
Drowning in the din of our animal skins
Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté
Every myth to crack it's lips
Has nothing more to say
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
If we can't raise the dead
We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise
We're gonna raise hell instead
From chagrin I've been released
Paint me in a portrait sans
The fig leaves, fig leaves
And I will not be concerned
Or ignore the things I yearn
My hunger is the rule I cannot overturn
Alas, the virtues through their glasses
Hid themselves from our madness
All we have within is our animal skins
Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté
Greet your beast and let 'em streak
Into the fray
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
If we can't raise the dead
We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise
We're gonna raise hell instead
I miss the days when stars were saintly
They sang to me in ways innately
Before we enslaved the symphony
To playing anthems for selling things
I used to wonder, wander farther
Into awe, but those days were squandered
My ghost was lost to the grownup gallows
So I find my spirit in the bottle
But, oh! That bottle
Oh that bottle, oh that bottle
Oh that bottle!
Enchanté, enchanté, enchanté, enchanté
Name the powers "meteors"
And let us go insane
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
If we can't raise the dead
We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise
We're gonna raise hell instead
Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh
Greet your beast and let 'em streak
Into the fray ooh, ooh, ooh ooh
If we can't raise the dead
We're gonna raise, we're gonna raise
We're gonna raise hell instead