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
: 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
: 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
: 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
: 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
: [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
: Synchronise the flow of intersections Catalogue all still heartbeats Franchise the machinations of The bourgeois-fangled reverie Gleaming in flamboyancy
: 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
: 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
: 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
: 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
