Inverigo Lyrics - Rules For Jokers - Thea Gilmore

We are late like a midnight train that's running nowhere 

We are sticks we are stones we are broken bones we are hot air 

We are under the guillotine trying to fix our hair 

There's computers clicking binary genius into the night 

There are formulas, remedies, reasons, there is hindsight 

There's the smell of artillery, There's the sky alight 

We are bedrock we're undergound we are sharp as the rain 

We are gathering pace we are thunder wrapped in cellophane 

We are running from the storms of our youth into more of the same 

There's a motorway service station on a January day 

There's a lunchtime radio show there's the shit that they play 

There's the percussion of buttons and keys in a cybercafe 

We are some distant TV channel a lesson grown old 

We are rhythm and rhyme, partners in crime we are fools gold 

We are free as the wind through the trees or so we are told 

There's some faded out manuscript paper and an old clarinet 

There is cash on the table there's a tapestry alphabet 

There's the moon and the tide and all the songs not written yet 

There's the moon and the tide and all the songs not written yet