Seems like you were lit inside I feel like fog beside the shine Figure fades away Someone takes my place Meshing with the pictures on the pages
There's no-one driving There's no-one driving There's no-one driving There's no-one The family's back from long ago The voices burnt, the voices gold Vapour trails go by Voices on the lines Nothing to come back to can't we fade?
Someone's gone liquid in the sheets A sudden smell of burning leaves The old streets overgrown Somewhere else to go It's just another switchback can't we fade?