(An) ageing eyesore Nearly nowhere Found, unearthed A moment burst with all of us Reflecting dust from the oh most high As morning light bled Burned out
Translation: Secret Machines. Now Here Is Nowhere.
you're dying for First wave down I wonder when they're coming back First wave intact As leaves from modern trees Rest on walls like these The rest is
Aging eyesore nearly nowhere found unearthed a moment burst with all of us reflected dust in the almost high almost high as morning light blared
we're lost in nowhere now We know we're lost we're lost in nowhere now Now We know we're lost in nowhere now Maybe the rain will start following me with
star The younger ones looked frightened Left unguarded by the clouds While sons afire with trembling hands Burned heroes to the ground Is it true I wonder...ahhh Is
Cultivating sounds for all the mothers who come near To find out Calling post bombs of response with cotton in their ears and goodbye kisses for the
Was it loneliness that kept you up baby Did you think it a curse Or were you grateful for the pleasure oh baby Do you think this is worse And it feels
you can't see from its surface covered in atmosphere dust blinded by wonder and lust and you never notice your chains well neither had I I knew I had crashed here
The leaves are gone There's ice on the river Hold my hand To your heart and breathe together We won't make a sound As we part for the winter of my
Somewhere there's a record of your whereabouts everywhere you go you leave a trace you curl up under the light the shadows of the fallen and everyone
