Из альбома: The Night Garden
Slowly
Disconnection makes it's way, between us
Our affection drifts away to cleave us
Restitution falls away
Slowly
Slowly
Twisted information sliding by me
Mental alienation meaning surely
Your mind behind the firewall will elude me
Slowly
Disconnection
Slowly
Your hundred mile long arms
Will reach out to me
The two halves will ever be two