I used to come here
Textiles all over, and lamps
And colours of centuries flash from the stands
Do not lose my hand now
We’re in a tempest of sound
Our stranger wind brought us here from afar
A journey through lightning ending now
A song made of light spreading around
I just wanna end this ride
That life has turned into this rusting pile of pipes
Cos I believe that there is more than meets the eye
In this script of anger
Brought to tears until the sun died
And a journey through lightning ending now
A song made of light spreading around
A million eyelids closing down, a million eyes
I saw the files that they have on me
I saw the chambers of new bright opinions they sewn in your flash
I saw the files that she has on me
Setting this astral conjunction against
All the reasons and odds
I used to come here
Storms have swept it apart
A swirl of memories hitting the land
With the wind and the sand
Do not lose my hand now
We’re in a ‘lager’ of sound
Which brought us here in a light-year of bleeding
And screaming and cries
