Flowers for Albion Songtext
von Parenthetical Girls

To Coventry East
From our bleak men killing skies
May this be the night that our empire dies
So sleep with the meek
Either down in crane paper crown
No season of peace Now these bombs blighted out
We kissed on the lips ′neath the bright magnesium light
Must we brave one more blitz?
Single sweetness
How could this be Christmas?

In South and on sea where they plea with their lives
The shelves felt assure where your grandfather dies
We hide from the lie as they circle the skies
And the gramophone sings sweet Jerusalem's prize


We kissed on the lips ′neath the bright magnesium light
And is this all there is?
Single sweetness
How could this be Christmas?

And should Albion's blyth, be divine from Monheim
May this be the night that our empire dies
Let this be the night out empire dies.