
Date of issue: 30.04.2005
Song language: English
Splitsville |
Ascensions in the overcast |
A listless gaze in the hazy mass, sweeping to a fade |
Stare straight up past the runway |
And I’ll see you at the bottom of the glass |
Mainframes shattered, the graphs and patterns burn away |
Will you be back again |
Signals break up and dust trails bleed across the sky |
Silencing the crowd |
Systems shut down, a shower of charcoal shards and sparks |
Settles to the ground |
Thinking someday you’ll spiral back down to the Earth |
And you sure don’t mind the cold |
You’ll disappear as the days grow old, but I will wait |
Till the oxygen is thin |
And I can’t feel a thing |