Here I sit in my bones, on the bones upon the hill Staring out at the wild, blue yonder Digging deep, I'd found buttons in my pockets Naked now my skin begins to crawl I dream suits, I see suits Looking back, was there ever such a moment Immersed in mystery I was witnessing a crime Digging deep I came across a murder Among the roots of our spreading family tree We learned to love, we learned to kill We taught ourselves to rule the world I dream suits, I see suits Do you see suits, can you dream suits?
There I stood, face pressed against the window I know his number, but I'll never know his name Behind the glass buried in the sockets A recognition, my skin begins to crawl We learned to love, we learned to kill We taught ourselves to rule this world But who's the one we're frightened of We are the sons of 1470
The geese fly chevrons cross the night sky Heading south, the hunters lead them on Jets trail the hems of skirts of angels A train threads along that very floor So here we live in our bones, on the bones beneath the soil Staring out, mortal in the darkness Digging deep we try to find the answers To all the questions that hatch within our skulls We learned to love, we learned to kill We taught ourselves to rule this world For who's the one we're frightened of? We are the son of 1470 I dream of suits. do you dream suits?