: Lip read, a mountain stream, fibres in the car Shut down, a cheerless a town, a head rolls in the park Once seen my libertine undresses in the dark
: Such a pale light Such a long night Pick up that key Don't drop your gaze in your coffee Is it me? Do I look beautiful in the half light? It's been
: As the cheerless towns pass my window I can see a washed out moon through the fog And then a voice inside my head, breaks the analogue And says "Follow
