Disco de Phaistos

Mm
Mm-hmm
Oh-oh

Ruins of Crete where the old shadows fall
A disc made of clay hidden deep in the wall
Two thousand years before Christ was a name
Someone pressed down the stamps and started the game
A spiral of secrets a maze of the mind
A message to gods or the rest of mankind
Forty-five symbols a dance in the clay
But nobody knows what they're trying to say

Turn it, turn it, turn it round
Every way we turn it down
No decoder no key found

Oh Disco de Phaistos what do you hide
A key to the past or a map to the side
A sacred hymn or a warrior's crown
A curse on the kings as the palace burned down
Spinning in circles a puzzle in stone
A beautiful riddle that stands all alone

Round and round
Round and round
Round and round we go
Round and round
Round and round
Nobody will know

Feathers of eagles the crest of a head
The captive the arrow the words left unsaid
We call you Linear A or a tongue long forgot
We guess at your meaning but mostly we're not
Is it a song for a goddess of old
A ledger of silver of wheat or of gold
You mock every scholar you break every rule
Making a genius look just like a fool

Spin it, spin it, spin it slow
Ancient code we'll never know
Let the mystery just grow

Oh Disco de Phaistos what do you hide
A key to the past or a map to the side
A sacred hymn or a warrior's crown
A curse on the kings as the palace burned down
Spinning in circles a puzzle in stone
A beautiful riddle that stands all alone

Round and round
Round and round
Round and round we go
Round and round
Round and round
Nobody will know

Fire of Knossos the ash in the air
Preserved you in secret a treasure so rare
A printer's preview before print was conceived
A physical ghost that must be believed
Are you a hoax or a truth from the deep
A promise that ancient Minoans still keep

Oh Disco de Phaistos what do you hide
A key to the past or a map to the side
A sacred hymn or a warrior's crown
A curse on the kings as the palace burned down
Spinning in circles a puzzle in stone
A beautiful riddle that stands all alone

Forty-five stamps in a spiral of clay
Keeping your secrets for one more day
Phaistos
Phaistos
Never to be read