From the recording Box & Whisper Plot
Lyrics
Light years from home
Black skies are burning out
And out here’s so cold
Five stars are falling out
And I hear your close
Crust like a ammonite
I feel your ghost
Just here alone at night
Time moves so slow
Or is it just a simple oversight?
Caught ‘neath the flow
We’re heading up and over ‘til a landslide
Keep wearing marvellous clothes until a landslide
Selling last year’s shows, until a landslide
Adjusting all his soldiers ‘til a landslide
He’s tripping over his toes until a landslide
Card dealing chrome
My kind of motorbike
Try stealing home
Tongue tied and oversize
Ideas so old
Wrapped up and watertight
Line sealed and blown
Racked up with dynamite
Time moves so slow
Or is it just a simple oversight?
Caught ‘neath the flow
We’re heading up and over ‘til a landslide
Keep wearing marvellous clothes until a landslide
Selling last year’s shows, until a landslide
Adjusting all his soldiers ‘til a landslide
He’s tripping over his toes until a landslide
Talking down his nose until a landslide