Lyrics & translations of Classic Tribe

Royal blue
Strong you
Fight the way
To the deep
Moniker
Rose blooms
My truth
Venerate
All the great
Confidants

You find your dove then hold it close
Shut up shut up
Keep it to yourself spitting holy ghost just
Shut up shut up
Nihilist fat

Your hands travel up the frame
Like a virgin child
Two moons, one too soon,
Glowing down on the flowing nile
Speak words that will hold this together,
Like a patchwork mile
Too much, too much is the pressure
From the vicious smile

Dear blue eyes
We loved and