Here we are fallen, the blackest holes, the reddest giants, the brightest stars

Morphing in the silence, there's a beauty in the science

A longing in the deep, and a sadness in the scars so

Here we are fallen, the blackest holes, the reddest giants, the brightest stars

Morphing in the silence, there's a beauty in the science

A longing in the deep, and a sadness in the scars so

And it's all just angles, and it's vectors, and it's pathways

And it's tired old tropes, to where the paths blazed

And it's wearing the grass down

Wearing heavily on the brow now

And it's taken to the brown when things are getting down now

And it's following the heart

As it

Follows the nose

As it

Follows the gut to god only knows

And God only knows what I'd be without this cautious mind

It's a finger in the air and it's wind cooling the calling side

Take a beat

Heat of spring in the morning light

It's an icy blue in the dawning sky

It's frosty cars and frosty passers by

Headphones in, protection from the thoughts within

It's the whirring cogs, it's the infernal springs springing

Here we are fallen, the blackest holes

The reddest giants, the brightest stars

Morphing in the silence, there's a beauty in the science

A longing in the deep, and sadness in the scars

So here we are fallen, the blackest holes

The reddest giants, the brightest stars

Morphing in the silence, there's a beauty in the science

A longing in the deep, and a sadness in the scars

It's night outside my hotel window

Well hell, we'll go out into the dark forest

Still in a fight

Not quietly it's Clark's promised

Homage to the equinox, eyes are up, star watching

Like the stuff

Carpet bombing

Final fiber

Head results

Less response

Epiglottal Harry Palmer

Deep down like the Mariana

Very proper colour

Sergeant drilling out your marijuana calm

Palm extended

Arms distended

Cause the heart's a tempest

Resting, T

Hin end wedge

Let's pretend we're friends, precipice, eminence creases

Beats reckoning revolving round

Sagi-A evolving down an avenue that may be a cul-de-sac track

Surfing, overlapping waves

Till break a day and back then collapse

Here we are fallen, the blackest holes

The reddest giants, the brightest stars

Morphing in the silence, there's a beauty in the science

A longing in the deep, and sadness in the scars

We belong here, comfort in the bars and clubs

The workshops and the offices, the tatty cars and tattier pubs

The lads on away days

The ladies what lunch

The family on a play date

The everyone we love

Like a weapon blazed on a flame

Like a flash of lightning in the clouds

We live in a flicker

May it last as long as the old curved beach road

But darkness was here yesterday