Из альбома: The Mid Brae Inn

I’m obsessed with a lighthouse flash
I can see on my bedroom wall
How far I go the island is visible
But you know something I don’t know
And you’re defined by classical
Markings on a field report
Plate tectonics
High up ahead is a metal map
With its text in calligraphy
Down if you please
Are the cafes and cypress trees
Rest and recount Sant’Anna Stazzema
In silence we leave another brain behind
Heard of ailing altitudes
And Death Road in Bolivia
Purposeful technological feats
And astonishing trivia
And don’t we beam to hear
The complex use of Tylenol
Humans pickled in alcohol
He gazes, gazes out to sea
It’s only for a minute then it’s…
Hand me evidence
I got drunk on evidence
To hear a tune on a Tuscan evening
To be a pupil of an omen or a prize
The creosote and the asbestosis
To hear the cries
High up ahead is a metal map
With it’s text in calligraphy
Down if you please
Are the cafes and cypress trees
Rest and recound Sant’Anna Stazzema
In silence we leave another brain behind

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