Thea Gilmore - Inverigo lyrics
[Thea Gilmore - Inverigo lyrics]
We are late like a midnight
Train that's running nowhere
We are sticks, we are stones
We are broken bones, we are hot air
We are under the guillotine trying
To fix our hair
There's computers clicking binary genius
Into the night
There are formulas, remedies, reasons
There is hindsight
There's the smell of artillery
There's the sky alight
We are bedrock, we're underground
We are sharp as the rain
We are gathering pace
We are thunder wrapped in cellophane
We are running from the storms of our
Youth into more of the same
There's a motorway service station
On a January day
There's a lunchtime radio show
There's the shit that they play
There's the percussion of buttons and
Keys in a cyber café
We are some distant TV channel
A lesson grown old
We are rhythm and rhyme, partners in crime
We are fools gold
We are free as the wind through the
Trees or so we are told
There's some faded out manuscript paper
And an old clarinet
There is cash on the table
There's a tapestry alphabet
There's the moon and the tide and
All the songs not written yet
There's the moon and the tide and
All the songs not written yet
Train that's running nowhere
We are sticks, we are stones
We are broken bones, we are hot air
We are under the guillotine trying
To fix our hair
There's computers clicking binary genius
Into the night
There are formulas, remedies, reasons
There is hindsight
There's the smell of artillery
There's the sky alight
We are bedrock, we're underground
We are sharp as the rain
We are gathering pace
We are thunder wrapped in cellophane
We are running from the storms of our
Youth into more of the same
There's a motorway service station
On a January day
There's a lunchtime radio show
There's the shit that they play
There's the percussion of buttons and
Keys in a cyber café
We are some distant TV channel
A lesson grown old
We are rhythm and rhyme, partners in crime
We are fools gold
We are free as the wind through the
Trees or so we are told
There's some faded out manuscript paper
And an old clarinet
There is cash on the table
There's a tapestry alphabet
There's the moon and the tide and
All the songs not written yet
There's the moon and the tide and
All the songs not written yet