40 Ft

Franz Ferdinand

As I glanced once upon the foam
40' beneath my feet
The cold has come, flows through the molten veins
Cooling all the blood to slush, congeals around again
La la la
40' remain
Soft scales upon my drying arms
Burn my back beneath the sun
I am cold beneath the burning haze
Looking down, looking down
Down, down again
La la la
40' remain