Everyone else speaks in a drone Round and round into the unknown Afternoon sun filters out through smoke The hum of factories quietly revoked Touch
Echoes that somehow Can surround us Can resound through stillness Like thoughts of shifting this balance Ideas of ideals convolve like intricate phases
Don't know inside from upside-down We praise the famed unwittingly If we had read that we are but illiterate What would we do? Keep inventory of things
While he was asleep holding her hand The dreams smouldered She opened her heart, he tore it apart Gazed into his smile He said he had constraint He
It's blurring out of sight The faces flickering in the tinsel light on the esplanades Fluid and vanishing Dissolving, hiding things In your room, after
Synchronise the flow of intersections Catalogue all still heartbeats Franchise the machinations of The bourgeois-fangled reverie Gleaming in flamboyancy
[Bonus track] Always the young one Walks along the newly interred course Mindful of what he is and has become Somehow, we all admire Somewhy, that's
Silky tidal waves In the midst of summer Trap door of our house Sliding up and down Days of childhood gleam Do you still remember? Nowhere have I seen
Can you see the storm getting closer now? Tell me how it feels being out there A moment's glimpse of his vignette As he shone a light on the falling
This interference's shifting A soft accent cascading A second glimpse of falling TVs Draws me in too easily Some kind of nonchalance Contains my will
Ever wonder about which words were said? Watch slow moving pictures pass instead I disassembled what was mundane Looking for what's left and does remain
Two views of the locations merging into three or more An endless flow of words and miles and miles of stars Re-focus on distant stars Brings less voices