Crows & Pawns from Sacred Precinct by Virgin Twin

I got that blood on my face again, I can still feel it shining.
I got that mud on my face again, I guess there’s no denying.

If you want me, come and find me.
Yes you haunt me, don’t remind me.

Can I ask a little favour of all you crows and pawns?
If you let me be your saviour, I will try to carry on.

I’ve got that blood on my face again, it tastes like four-leaf clover.
I’ve got that mud on my again, this time the party’s over.

I’ve been taking the day, I’ve been saving my face,
I’ve been walking around like I rented the place.
Well, I’ve been underground and I’ve been into space,
But nowhere in between.
So I’m paving the way and I’m painting my face.
Now I’m wearing the crown – I invented the place.
I’m out-classing the clown, I’m up-sleeving the ace,
And I hope everybody’s seen.

There’s a long train coming after me / It stretches out as far as I can see. / Long train, it all comes back to me, now and then.

Can I ask you all a question: Where are the crows and pawns?
When you’ve treated an infection, can you ever know it’s gone?

If you want me…

I’ve got that blood on my face again, but I can smell the sunrise.
I’ve got that mud on my face again; I’m staring through a dog’s eyes.

And it couldn’t take forever to weigh up the crows and pawns.
If we put ‘em all together, who’d be left to carry on?

There’s a long train coming after me / It stretches out as far as I can see. / Long train, it all comes back to me, now and then. / The people get off and on the train, / They may or may not take that line again. / Long train, it all comes back to me, now and then.

• Classic Rock of the Future
• Experimental Pop
• Psychedelic
• Rock
• lo-fi
• United Kingdom