The voice in your head have borrowed songs out from the night The bullets in your head have lodged discretely out of sight The broken sticks have found there way into your covered eye The rabbits throat is open underneath the swollen sky
The semi drunks of bitter men have turned into the wind The great machines are on there way the ships are rolling in The raven stands together deep and torn the station hand A million tiny points of light surround you in the sinking sand
Such a lot were weary and begin to dream aloud Dark machines see clearly for the first time up to now It just a few magpie bites we collect a little bit of each And head towards the place that's always slightly out of reach
Perilous soft and keen ....Softest fight Oh don't you mind? (why?, why?) You're breathless You're breathless You're breath is to tell All soft is fine You're breath is fine All soft and just.. All skies slip into eternity
Such a lot were weary and begin to dream aloud Dark machines see clearly for the first time up to now It just a few magpies bites we collect a little bit of each And head towards the place that's always slightly out of reach