(Verse 1) In the silence of the garden Moss arizing on the wind And the beast is pondering love love love 'Till the rusty nail grow dim (Chorus) I can
When I'm riding home at night now I get in so tired To the saws and bows that spell out E-M-P-T-Y But driving west now Half-past five My skin is cut
There's a place that we can go at the end of a long slow day streetlamps fuse the rising night I feel so far away when you came back late, from the
up in the far distance with symmetrical terraces falling steeply down and up again from a distant railway station. There were 4 benches to my right indispurced with those strange
All the pines that shiver in the park Kick my fever through the dark Through the railings and the iron Empty bars and tenement lines Something slips
I've been hanging around Feeling up, feeling down It's like I'm blown in by something I don't understand Hey, it's been really nice We went for a drink
in all the dying lines The mirage and the echo of the life we live gently leaving me break the fever, square the lines, strange geometry
air blowing in Standing on the sidewalk Where do I begin? I dont think I'll be happy anymore I guess I closed that door But everynight a strange geometry
