(Do you still feel, do you still feel) Do you still feel the weakness in your knees When you think about finally waking up from a dream? These notions from another time spill from your head So tell me Why do the words resound and shift in the narrative As I read it slowly now? So can we walk across, across the threshold Before our hearts all give out?
I fear the gears and how they wind
Do you feel the gears ticking down inside your mind? Do you feel the energy that we emit when we collide? Will you run away with me somewhere we can hide? To a workshop in need of your autonomic eyes
You carry all our weight You're the deserts engineer by design You stumbled all this way just to find out you're not alive
The stardust is thick in my lungs, we can't breathe in The nitrogen clicks and the cold deepens
(Do you still feel, do you still feel) Do you still feel the weakness in your knees When you think about finally waking up from a dream? These notions from another time spill from your head So tell me Why do the words resound and shift in the narrative As I read it slowly now? So can we walk across, across the threshold Before our hearts all give out? Give out, give out
As time strains and the ground erodes Your mechanical body is getting old These moving parts, they move no more, we have lost control Motor functions gone along with everything we know This smoke-stack in my head is bellowing dreams Flowing and ebbing into lucidity This smoke-stack in my head is bellowing dreams Flowing and ebbing into lucidity
Do you still feel the weakness in your knees When you think about finally waking up from a dream? These notions from another time spill from your head So tell me Why do the words resound and shift in the narrative As I read it slowly now? So can we walk across, across the threshold Before our hearts all give out? Give out
So could this finally be where we turn to dust At the end of an era, the end of an era? I'm finally free from this rusted husk At the end of an era, the end of it all This smoke-stack in my head is bellowing dreams Flowing and ebbing into lucidity This smoke-stack in my head is bellowing dreams Flowing and ebbing into lucidityTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
