The buildings never change
The faces never stay
The sun will always be
But weather's mystery
It frightens me
Off goes my imagination
Behind my blank eyes
No mortal shock compares
With dreams of this size
They're firing like an advert
And fuelled by escape
Sometimes I step too far through
Cathy's picture frame
We're silt in a river that never dries
They're trying to lure me down
A path from the origin of a lightning fork
Why would I choose?
Why aren't I blinded by it?
Why should I choose?
Why aren't I blinded by it?
The buildings never change
The faces never stay
The sun will always be
But weather's mystery
It frightens me
We're silt in a river that never dries
They're trying to lure me down
A path from the origin of a lightning fork
Why would I choose?
Why aren't I blinded by it?
Why should I choose?
Why aren't I blinded by it?
They're trying to lure me down
They're trying to lure me...