A city cloaked in orange, glowing, heavy clouds all the belches of indigestion weigh heavy all around a small car buzzing down a wide road drifting out of bounds out to a place where the noises of light make a distant tiny sound When out come the stars pinholes of light in a moth eaten blanket held over the night Tuning out the engine, tuning out the song get there but I don't know how and why it took this long I need something to burrow through my weeds and blast me from the sand to open up the new twilight open up the can and Out come the stars pinholes of light in a moth eaten blanket held over the night out come the stars targets for wishes and satellite dishes reflecting their light And they're so far away it can't be fathomed an elephant made of all these atoms nature is patient with its jailers like brothels will humour all those sailors Awestruck dumb and silent, consumed by all that's vast it's a comfort to know that you're not in control of anything but your past when Out come the stars pinholes of light in a moth eaten blanket held over the night out come the stars targets for wishes and satellite dishes in astronaut whiteTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
