Letra de Terra - Geordie Greep

It's not open to the public until spring

When the renovations are complete

It's not a bird, not a plane, or anything

It's the most wonderful thing you've ever seen

My life's work, my dream come true

It's the newest new in new

At this point, I'll have to tell you what it is

It's the museum of human suffering

We have splayed across the foyer, inordinately bled

The carcass of our saviour who rose from the dead

Victims of drought and famine, fetuses abandoned

All waiting here to be admired

And at the centre, set to expire

My punctured, bleeding heart of desire

Just for a moment, watch me, please

Oh, watch my heart bleed; tell me (Terra, Terra, Terra)

Just for a moment, give it a squeeze

Feel my disease; remember me (Terra, Terra, Terra, Terra)

Just for a moment, just for a second

Please remember me, please remember me! (Terra, Terra, -a)

I'm able to forget in the company of others

And I'm able to forget in restaurants, on trains

But by myself, with every breath

And every night, in every bed

In any hotel room in the world

She comes writhing back

Like a talented pestilence, she unzips the air

Blinding light emerges; pink, dark iridescent sludge everywhere

And I say, "Take me to your holy land

Take me by the hand"

And would you tell me

If I'm remembered by the saints up here

If they've been to my famous museum

Just for a second, just for a moment

Just for a minute more, tell me (Terra, Terra, Terra)

Just for a second, just for a moment

Everybody please tell me (Terra, Terra, Terra, Terra)

Dig up my corpse, shake his hand

Tell yourself, "He was a great man!"

(Oh, oh, oh)

Dig up my bones

Trepan yourself a flute

Play along to this tune

(Oh, oh, oh)

Ohhh, ohhhh!

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