Lyrics: Klaxons. Myths Of The Near Future. Two Receivers.

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 who's 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.
& in space...

Eternal flow strings to your bow
Roam through the globe
Eternal flow strings to your bow
Roam through the globe

(Thanks to Laura for these lyrics)