Libertines - Arcady

In Arcady, life trips along It's pure and simple as the shepherd's song Seraphic pipes along the way in Arcady In Arcady Never saw I such a scene Such maids upon such a molten green They employ their holiday with dance and game And things I may never name In Arcady You said he was your teacher Taught you so true and so wise But now you know more than your teacher I see nothing but cool self-regard in your eyes In Arcady So you see how twisted it becomes See how quickly twisted it becomes When the ? binds my ankles to your bedstead That ain't love, no that ain't love Said he was your teacher Taught you true and wise Now you know more than your teacher I see nothing but cool self-regard in your eyes In Arcady, life trips along Pure and simple as the shepherd's song Seraphic pipes along the way in Arcady