There are cold numbers On a blank sheet of asteroids In the sunrise of shame Towers tall and straight
Uncut, Roadblock
You can't just decode that. Out of the mid-woods twilight.
Uncut, Roadblock
There's a channel for a curcuit in the other hall I'm staring at the teatre of opposite Cause we are living in the centre of a halomet And i will never care for plans that you have made for me
(i'm on your side) There are cold numbers You can't just decode that Out of the mid-woods twilight
Uncut, Roadblock
There's a channel for a curcuit in the other hall I'm staring at the teatre of opposite Cause we are living in the centre of a halomet And i will never care for plans that you have made for me
There's a channel for a curcuit in the other hall I'm staring at the teatre of opposite Cause we are living in the centre of a halomet And i will never care for plans that you have.
