Treasures of the Ancient World

Her blue eyes have a misty air that project she is better than this.
She bounces ecstatic over mattresses. Air changes with the flick of a wrist.
Well you could say she deserves anything maybe
but no one deserves nothing at all.
I'm staring upon her back pretending to read the plaque on the museum wall.
Her blue eyes have a misty air that project she is better than this.
In The Treasures of the Ancient World.'
I'm sensing for the scent of her secret.
Well there's a pleasure from the ancient world.
I'm sensing for the scent of its secret.

Her blue eyes have a misty air that project heart's not smaller than this.
There's a camp full of camels. Burst like Roman candles.
Men mount their saddles and forget what they saw.
And any moment I could change everything maybe but habit has a hold on us all.
Her hand's now upon my back.
The pharaoh is on the plaque on the museum wall.
Her blue eyes have a misty air that project heart's not smaller than this.
In The Treasures of the Ancient World.
Sensing for the scent of her secret.
Well there's a pleasure from the ancient world.
I'm sensing for the scent of its secret.

What's that? The scent of a secret.

Rocks around.
Horse looks down.
Tail shaking around.
Suez Canal.

Rocks around.
Horse looks down.
Tail shaking profound.
Suez Canal.