Cenotaph - Mystery Jets

Sad melodies pass down the boulevards

On the starry seas of blue

Stuck in a photograph

The future’s just a path staring back at you

Every exit is an entrance somewhere else

Whether we get into heaven or into hell

Every exit is an entrance somewhere else

Whether we get into heaven or into hell

Mad energies march to the cenotaph

To tighten up the screws

Fat vultures pick up flight

As cameramen broadcast the moments that we lose

They take a piece of me

They take a piece of you

We crumble and we crack

But someday I know that we’ll find our way back

Every exit is an entrance somewhere else

Whether we get into heaven or into hell

Every exit is an entrance somewhere else

Whether we get into heaven or into hell

Somewhere else

Somewhere else