Brian Eno
The Belldog
Most of the day, we were at the machineryIn the dark sheds that the seasons ignoredI held the levers that guided the signals to the radioBut the words I received, random code, broken fragments from beforeOut in the trees, my reason deserting meOh, the dark stars cluster over the bayThen in a certain moment, I lose controlAnd at last, I am part of the machineryWhere are you?And the light disappearsAs the world makes its circle through the sky
From Letras Mania