Mystery Jets Cenotaph
Sad melodies pass down the boulevards
On the starry seas of blue
Stuck in a photograph
The future's just a path staring back at you
[Chorus]
Every exit is an entrance somewhere else
Whether we get into heaven or into hell
Every exit is an entrance somewhere else
Whether we get into heaven or into hell
Mad energies march to the cenotaph
To tighten up the screws
Fat vultures pick up flight
As cameramen broadcast the moments that we lose
They take a piece of me
They take a piece of you
We crumble and we crack
But someday I know that we'll find our way back
[Chorus]
Every exit is an entrance somewhere else
Whether we get into heaven or into hell
Every exit is an entrance somewhere else
Whether we get into heaven or into hell
Somewhere else
Somewhere else
