Mr 1470

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