The Captain (Live At Wembley) - Biffy Clyro
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The Captain (Live At Wembley) Lyrics
Angels fall to the floor
Like they would if I was captain
"Silver children," She roared
"I'm not the son of God"Somebody help me sing
Can anybody hear me?
Liars and lovers combine tonight
We're gonna make a sceneSomebody help me sing
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Somebody help me sing
Whoa-oh-oh-ohHelp me be captain of
Our crippled disguises
I won't show what's underneath
It's time for surprises
I can't climb up your ladder
I can't ride your horse
I've swallowed half an hourglass
So now the landscape is swollen upI gave birth to a fire
It's like his features where burning
I'm in control
I am the son of GodSomebody help me sing
Can anybody hear me?
Line up your soldiers one final time
We're gonna have a ballSomebody help me sing
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Somebody help me sing
Whoa-oh-oh-ohHelp me be captain of
Our crippled disguises
I won't show what's underneath
It's time for surprises
I can't climb up your ladder
I can't ride your horse
I've swallowed half an hourglass
So now the landscape is swollen upLet's love death away
Let's love death away
Let's love death away
Let's love death away
Let's love death away
Let's love death away
Let's love death away
Let's love death away
Songwriters
NEIL, SIMON ALEXANDERPublished by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.