Klaxons - Golden Skans lyrics
[Klaxons - Golden Skans lyrics]
Light touch my hands, in a
Dream of Golden Skans, from now on
You can forget our future plans
Night touch my hands with
The turning Golden Skans
From the night to the light
All plans are golden in your hands
Set sail from sense, bring all her young
Set sail from where we once begun
While we wait, while we wait
A hall of records, or numbers
Or spaces still undone
Ruins, or relics, disciples, and the young
A hall of records, or numbers
Or spaces still undone
Ruins, or relics, disciples, and the young
Light touch my hands, in a
Dream of Golden Skans, from now on
You can forget our future plans
Night touch my hands with
The turning Golden Skans
From the night to the light
All plans are golden in your hands
We sailed from sense, brought all her young
We sailed from where we once begun
While we wait, while we wait
A hall of records, or numbers
Or spaces still undone
Ruins, or relics, disciples, and the young
A hall of records, or numbers
Or spaces still undone
Ruins, or relics, disciples, and the young
Light touch my hands, in a
Dream of Golden Skans, from now on
You can forget our future plans
Night touch my hands with
The turning Golden Skans
From the night to the light
All plans are golden in your hands
Light touch my hands, in a
Dream of Golden Skans, from now on
You can forget our future plans
Night touch my hands with
The turning Golden Skans
From the night to the light
All plans are golden in your hands
Dream of Golden Skans, from now on
You can forget our future plans
Night touch my hands with
The turning Golden Skans
From the night to the light
All plans are golden in your hands
Set sail from sense, bring all her young
Set sail from where we once begun
While we wait, while we wait
A hall of records, or numbers
Or spaces still undone
Ruins, or relics, disciples, and the young
A hall of records, or numbers
Or spaces still undone
Ruins, or relics, disciples, and the young
Light touch my hands, in a
Dream of Golden Skans, from now on
You can forget our future plans
Night touch my hands with
The turning Golden Skans
From the night to the light
All plans are golden in your hands
We sailed from sense, brought all her young
We sailed from where we once begun
While we wait, while we wait
A hall of records, or numbers
Or spaces still undone
Ruins, or relics, disciples, and the young
A hall of records, or numbers
Or spaces still undone
Ruins, or relics, disciples, and the young
Light touch my hands, in a
Dream of Golden Skans, from now on
You can forget our future plans
Night touch my hands with
The turning Golden Skans
From the night to the light
All plans are golden in your hands
Light touch my hands, in a
Dream of Golden Skans, from now on
You can forget our future plans
Night touch my hands with
The turning Golden Skans
From the night to the light
All plans are golden in your hands