Tekster:
The North Atlantic Wires In The Walls

So you left me in this city all alone with a mouth full of wires and a room of iron ghosts and a pill trail to the end of the night where you will never

t compete life in the wrong city I had a dream of stereos building cities, silicone and tin on the ashes of your on the ashes of your eyelids Solid state hard wired

And it's a dollar twenty five and some ripple white eyes and it's the longest drive for the rest of your life And it's a dial tone death wired to the

And the lotus-eater came to you and said drink from my cup little girl he put his wires all inside of you and took you apart so slow and that was the