not sure who posted this, but i think it was nick peters on seance
Sitting in the shadows and the evening oscillating
Failing light and fading lights are gonna change
Hoping for a moment for some gentle concillation
Waiting at the station with the ?are out of range
She's sitting in a carriage being jostled by the motion
But hearing conversation, the grinding of the steel
Scenes fly past the curtains that the darkness paints uncertain
Her memories are meaningless her motives are concealed
Through countrysides and mountains and the village by the ocean
Where the stranger's waiting for her in the plushness of his ?
Winding and rewinding pushing all directions to the limit of implosions
which is never very far
All I ever wanted to see was just invisible to me
Out there in the distance the horizon meets resistance
The summer falls down drunken on the longest of the days
Rushing past the ruins of the churches and the porches reflected in the
mirrors and the echoes and the haze
He drums impatient fingers on the chrome and on the leather
Running through the reasons in the corners of his mind
Sifting tiny diamonds on his shaky mental islands where he often claims
asylum from the strecthes ?
The wind blows through the headstones ? the mask?
The melody reminds us of the girl still far away
Asleep in her compartment dreaming of the darkness
The train speeds on regardless to the approaching day
All I ever wanted to see was just invisible to me
All I ever wanted to see was just invisible to me
Sitting in the shadows and the evening oscillating
Failing light and fading lights are gonna change
Hoping for a moment for some gentle concillation
Waiting at the station with the ?are out of range
She's sitting in a carriage being jostled by the motion
But hearing conversation, the grinding of the steel
Scenes fly past the curtains that the darkness paints uncertain
Her memories are meaningless her motives are concealed
Through countrysides and mountains and the village by the ocean
Where the stranger's waiting for her in the plushness of his ?
Winding and rewinding pushing all directions to the limit of implosions
which is never very far
All I ever wanted to see was just invisible to me
Out there in the distance the horizon meets resistance
The summer falls down drunken on the longest of the days
Rushing past the ruins of the churches and the porches reflected in the
mirrors and the echoes and the haze
He drums impatient fingers on the chrome and on the leather
Running through the reasons in the corners of his mind
Sifting tiny diamonds on his shaky mental islands where he often claims
asylum from the strecthes ?
The wind blows through the headstones ? the mask?
The melody reminds us of the girl still far away
Asleep in her compartment dreaming of the darkness
The train speeds on regardless to the approaching day
All I ever wanted to see was just invisible to me
All I ever wanted to see was just invisible to me
