Текст песни You Are All Princes

My ears smoke, awaiting the word My eyes, the apparition Why don't you speak? Why hold your arms so for chasing crows down? Mouth a hole of grief (First the other/Thirsty of the) ghost of (.....) Will they come down to me now? Why don't you speak? Why hold your arms so for chasing crows down? Mouth a hole of grief Princes You are all princes