This metropolis is far too bright
I try to see far past refracted lights
Home is everywhere, but I can’t find it
A startled ghost, lost in the spectrum
This is how the future used to sound

This metropolis is far too bright
I try to see far past refracted lights
Home is everywhere, but I can’t find it
A startled ghost, lost in the spectrum
This is how the future used to sound

There’s fog for 20 metres from here From here to screen To midwinter For the chill to draw out this splinter If I could, I would. See? I’m restless But in a wrestle Can’t follow the weather Can’t stay in the metre

Choose your fighter carefully Or you’ll be a well-honed knife That’s in search of fear It was a path You laid out For yourself Well, I’m too old to lose a breast As I fight for respect In the name of a straighter shot