Violence in the Mouth of Age by Ancient Shapes Lyrics

What age?
What age?
? that’s a virtuous sign
Tell me, baby, what age

What choir of perfect-postured children will sing for us tonight?
I don’t know where we’re going, but I know what I like

The only jaws of yesterday
And where the brave sits there’s a beautiful violence in the mouth of age
Can’t you taste it?

All the apples in the sweet rice
And everybody’s acting so nice
In their soft generation all covered in ice

Thе only jaws of yesterday
And wherе the brave sits there’s a beautiful violence in the mouth of age
And I remember it

Where do we go? (What age?)
What do we know?
Where will we go?
There's a violence in the mouth of age