| The Sound of Troy |
|---|
| The terrain was aluminous caught on a ghost-train in Spain. |
| Nosferatu still |
| sucking on that lovesick vein |
| Flown today. |
| A little away. |
| Any day |
| Came all the way down to earth just to go back again |
| Your eyes are kind. |
| Well, never mind. |
| We’ll leave it behind |
| The Velvet Underground. |
| The sound of Troy |
| Coppersky. |
| Travelling eye. |
| The speed of industry |
| Resting on the outskirts of modern simplicity |
| Where the elegant and superfluous escapade |
| Is torn down by the very very slow decay |
| Flown today. |
| A little away. |
| Any day |
| Came all the way down to earth just to go back again |
