Paroles: The Klaxons. Two Recievers.

Krill edible oceans at their feet

A troublesome troop out on safari

A lullaby holds their drones in sleep



For tatteling clearly indiscreet

Five fallible flags in hybersonic

Are told to stay nearly out of reach



And in space, two receivers turn away

Just in case, two receivers turn away

To displace, two receivers turn away

And in space



Submissions in outer regions pleased

A gathering of teens in old sargasso whose mission is to fall flat at their feet



While sat on a sparsely crowded beach

Marine noticed change in perfect timing

A widow to all but her pastiche



And in space, two receivers turn away

Just in case, two receivers turn away

To displace, two receivers turn away

And in space



Eternal flow, strings to your bow

Roam through the globe

Eternal flow, strings to your bow

Roam through the globe