The Dancing King – Damon Albarn – letras

We pose and charge uponThe reigning queenWho looks like a ghostUpon the mony most people would agreeOh, the soul is dance upon the english jewCross the green fields up possesion growsWe are the out of timePeople of the roseThe nighty girl rejoices but the hour disapprovesThe mornings are requitedThe moon in my heartDid you?Now the dancing king is the sun