Mr 1470

Here I sit in my bones, on the bones upon the hill

Staring out at the wild, blue yonder

Digging deep, I'd found buttons in my pockets

Naked now my skin begins to crawl

I dream Suits, I see Suits

Looking back, was there ever such a moment

Immersed in mystery I was witnessing a crime

Digging deep I came across a murder

Among the roots of our spreading family tree

We learned to love, we learned to kill

We taught ourselves to rule the world

I dream Suits, I see Suits

Do you see Suits, can you dream Suits?

There I stood, face pressed against the window

I know his number, but I'll never know his name

Behind the glass buried in the sockets

A recognition, my skin begins to crawl

We learned to love, we learned to kill

We taught ourselves to rule this world

But who's the one we're frightened of

We are the sons of 1470

The geese fly chevrons cross the night sky

Heading south, the hunters lead them on

Jets trail the hems of skirts of angels

A train threads along that very floor

So here we live in our bones, on the bones beneath the soil

Staring out, mortal in the darkness

Digging deep we try to find the answers

To all the questions that hatch within our skulls

We learned to love, we learned to kill

We taught ourselves to rule this world

For who's the one we're frightened of?

We are the son of 1470

I dream of Suits. Do you dream Suits?