Créme De La Créme

We joined this land, where they paint the ice
To find the new: we throw saturn dice
We dream in gold and simurg blue
Créme de la créme – it’s to death adieu

Now we’re laying on new waves
Our guns have lost their victims’ names
Our concrete minds have turned to dust
Angelic police have killed our lust

Now we’re laying on new waves
Our guns have lost their victims’ names
Our concrete minds have turned to dust
Angelic police have killed our lust

Tidal overflow reads the sign
The secret soul is all that shines
We sing our praise in model tones
And Dorian’s mirror we do not own

We’re being lit by the shining one
Out of ourselves to ourselves we’ve gone
We click the heels of our glitter red shoes
Créme de la créme – it’s to death adieu

Now we’re laying
On new waves
Our guns have lost
Their victims’ names

Well

Out of ourselves
Out of ourselves
Out of ourselves
Out of ourselves

Out of ourselves
Out of ourselves
Out of ourselves
Out of ourselves

Out of ourselves
Out of ourselves
Out of ourselves
Out of ourselves

The secret soul
The secret soul
The secret soul

The most complete source of information on the career of musician Peter Murphy.