fallen leaves on the overground riding the blue train’s empty line all around on the evening run, I say you’re the only one all through the golden glow sinking bright of the sun see a simple spark bleed a burning flame and it feels so now everthing’s so near oh, come on over the future’s here
so brighten up there is more to become fasten down every day cos nothing’s tied, nothing stays and I need a driving life cos the static weight draws too much useless dust it gathers up, it blocks the way watch the landing light on a passing plane and it feels so now everything’s so near oh, come on over the future’s here