Sleeping Years (The)
Clocks and Clones
Close your eyes, we'll sound the waythrough old souls all rapt in wonderfor the arc of them, a stitch of vein,reflecting on each other.Communicating down the linewith hints and curves appearingon measured ground and plotted stars,they're spilling out.The city choirs will sing 'til dawn,their songs like cables wailing.A twitch and jump, a rush of blood,all resonating outwards.I dream of clocks, I dream of clonessounding out together,the click of hearts and the hours lostas I breathe on.Radios with callers breaking throughfor I don't know how long now.This babbling, this slip of tonguesall fused into one.This is the sound of dislocating,Letras de cancionesthis is the sound of distance overtakingand all my words and thoughts are failingabove the sound of something being swamped.These are the sounds my heart was cupped to catch before I sleep.These are the sounds that muscle in around you while you speak.
From Letras Mania