Lyrics:
From behind the hills of hay
Came the children looking for a place to play
Summer died of poison stings
Must've been the fireworks and other things
I knew that your falcon drew
The chariot of avarice through morning dew
While you curved your back to read
The serial numbers printed on the poppy seeds
And all the people look the same
When the fields are dancing to the march of flames
Oh Vermillion Bird of the South
Keep on charting kingdoms hidden in the clouds
In the clouds
In the clouds
In the clouds!
All riddles and mysteries
Have their answers tossed into the burning trees
Haven't you heard of the great news?
Science tells us that they're running out of clues
And all the people look the same
When the fields are dancing to the march of flames
Oh Vermillion Bird of the South
Keep on charting kingdoms hidden in the clouds
In the clouds
In the clouds
In the clouds!
Don't deny your intuition
Don't succumb to superstition
Please! Oh please
Tell her that you love her now
Tell her that tomorrow there'll be clouds
And rain
And that your kisses
Are all in vain
But that you'd do it all the same
Over and over again
That you'd do it all the same
Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again!
Alexandre Rendeiro (voice and guitars)
Guilherme Canhão (bass)
Luís Barros (drums)
Recorded by Filipe Sambado at Interpress, Lisbon
Mixed by Eduardo Vinhas at Golden Pony Studios, Lisbon
Mastered by Steven Berson at Total Sonic Media, NYC
Executive Production by Sérgio Hydalgo and Marcos Silva
Artwork by Ana Baliza and Alexandre Rendeiro
Released by Galeria Zé dos Bois, Lisbon, 2016
