Tekstovi: Klaxons. Myths Of The Near Future. Isle Of Her.

Row! There's only seven more miles to go...
Row! There's only seven more miles to go...
Row! There's only seven more miles to go...
Row! There's only seven more miles to go...

We'll reach the Isle of Her
We'll find the peacocks tail
We'll steal the mother of pearl
We'll eat the dancing girls

Cyclops gazing alone
Facing mirrors that show
The reflection of his own
Face to face

A hand on each of the oars
A hand on each of the oars
We're seven miles from shore
Just keep on going