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It was September harmful logic
It was September this is attack music.
It was September harmful logic
It was September this is attack music.
It was September harmful logic
It was September this is attack music.
It was September holy really
It was September this is attack!

If not now then when? If not now then when?
Us with the numbers in the back of our eyelids

The colours that you don't see
The colours that you don't see
The colours that you don't see
The colours that you don't see....see... see is gold!

These are all words lost in dreams
Travelling the speed that blood pumps
I feel your breath which carries my hope

In the way ships pass at night
Making the ends of world map
Every word announces storms

Elvis, I wasn't talkin' 'bout that king
I wasn't talkin' 'bout that king
I wasn't talkin' 'bout that king or hairdos
Elvis, I wasn't talkin' 'bout that king
I wasn't talkin' 'bout that king
I wasn't talkin' 'bout that king it's confusing now

We're being watched by experts

Where did you see it?
Where did you find it?
Well if I knew that.
Then I would write it.
Where did you last see it?
I’m in the rain.
Well if I knew that.
Well if I knew that.

The music awakes my ears[?]
The music awaking a one person's thinking.

My words evaporate evaporate evaporate
I'm in the fire fire fire!

This is a world attack, this is a sound attack,
This is a world attack, this is a mind attack,

In between the reed nodes, where the stars are hiding
In the way that an animal wakes
There is something there

In amongst the gaps falls every word and silence
In crushed glass by the trainline
There is something there
Something is there

Shut the door, shut the door
because I'm staying here.
The world might disappear
Under blankets of snow.

"Anne!"
There's a wonderful word that you will liken it to
but it's caught in the back of your mind though.

Remote places where we'll go.
Without a doubt
I don't think the stars are symbols.
But let's find out.
And here we go
up
into the
stars.

Draw swords of truth in the back of the car, cue my attack, you know I will say
Strike me down, I am an island, a mountain, a river and as I always sing
You know I'll be thinking this music's symbolic, this music is weightless and when I sing, so am I
You'll be slashing at the air, describing nothing

We wrote all the numbers in your body, we wrote all of the numbers in your body
I am in the rain, I am in the rain, I am in the- sixteen seconds!

How can I find it's in
How can I know it
I know it's my metic[?]
I know it's [?]
That's impossible
Some things are knowable.

Conclusions [?] leave behind

We want war
We want war

Some of this trees have been growing for years
The leaves on the floor must be five meters deep
The paths are a Labyrinth or even a trap
Some tides don`t turn some things never come back

Frames of colour litter the bracken, regal and strange.

Through the broken plastic a canal;
The platform heaves like a human body, divide by two.
'X' marks the spot or it sometimes means 'No'
Frames of colour flicker between ancient and brand new.

I've got white cords running through my body

Some of trees have been growing for years
The leaves on floor must be five meters deep
The paths are a Labyrinth or even a trap
Some tides don`t turn some things never come back

Secret recording were made in the marsh
I bore a hole in the tree just to see
Knights dance in molecules, here`s Gallahad