Из альбома: Drop
wheels are grinding at the rumour mill
turning churning into overkill
to manufacture all the truth you will believe in
i’d happy just to drift along
cast my shadow by the fiery sun
but the sky’s been drowned by the clouds on my horizon
here they come again with all these lies
squeezing them between the cracks and fissures of my mind
and it’s time to go baby, take a ride
to the furthest shore, to the other side
sat here watching how the water flows
she’s quite happy with the way she goes
and i’ll feel much better when i learn some of their secrets
see people how they run around
building towers on the shifting sand
and I wish they wouldn’t ‘cos they make me feel distracted