These New Puritans
Fragment Two
In between the reed nodes, where the stars are hiding,In crushed glass by the train-lineThere is something there.In amongst the gaps falls every word and silence.In the way that an animal wakesThere is something there.In between the islands where we used to swim,To that place I am on my way,I am on my way.I swam towards your ship,like a missile guided by vague feelings.
From Letras Mania