Peter Murphy - Crème de la Crème

We joined this land, where they paint the ice
To find the new we thrown saturn dice
We dream in gold and simurg blue
Créme de la créme it's to death adieu

Now we're laying on new waves
Our guns have lost their victims' names
Our concrete minds have turned to dust
Angelic police have killed our lust

Now we're laying on new waves
Our guns have lost their victims' names
Our concrete minds have turned to dust
Angelic police have killed our lust

Tidal overflow reads the sign
The secret soul is all that shines
We sing our praise in model tones
And dorians mirror we do not own

We're being lit by the shining one
Out of ourselves to ourselves we've gone
We click the heels of our glitter red shoes
Créme de la créme it's to death adieu

Now we're laying...
On new waves...
Our guns have lost
Their victims names...

Out of ourselves
Out of ourselves
Out of ourselves
Out of ourselves

The secret soul
The secret soul