Constantly moving, countryside lives. Idle chatter, ?ing lips. Lean your head back, light it up again. Another watch another stage. Another building and another grave.
Old machinery's broken down. There's no new past there's no new sound. What would you do if they crumbled to the ground. Wake up you must be dreaming.
Moving forward using all my breath. Making love to you was never second best. I saw the world thrashing all around your face. Never really knowing it was always mesh and lace.