Railroad wind dronning in the wires Absorbed the evening chemical rain, the rusty water in the air leaves metalic taste inside, like blood, my electric blood
The power of your phantom bursts out the spaces Distorts the dimentions and melts this night The pulse of the rails resonates with your heart pace High-volatge subreality corrupts the spatial state
II
Crossing ways and parallel rails join the life-lines and alien space hollow radio-voices shake the void of liquid-electricity rainfall
The power of your phantom bursts out the spaces Distorts the dimentions and melts this night The pulse of the rails resonates with your heart pace High-volatge subreality corrupts the spatial state
Chorus:
In this mist of the headlights you are looking for your true life (alone in the dead night) You're attached to this fragrance of creosote railroads (burning you inside) Your cold black romance attracts only lost souls (feel the electro in my blood) You're going along the rails to eternal emptiness (eternal railways)
Студия: Home Studio Права: Илья Олейник, Анастасия Мицуно