In the fading light,
on the level plain,
we could drive and never stop

on the empty road,
along Ellesmere.
We want the world, we want the world!

All our dying days,
we have to bend our backs
under a weight of expectation,

and weave ourselves
elaborate cocoons;
but there are holes in the fabric we wrap ourselves in!

I want to stand outside of time,
to float above the tidal lake.
I’m tired of trying to fight the current,
feeling it accelerate.
The outflow will have to wait…

And now the gathering
a catalogue of thoughts;
identifying and arranging
for a manifesto,
for a song to pass the night,
for a boat of words to emigrate in.

I want to stand outside of time,
to float above the tidal lake.
I’m tired of trying to fight the current
feeling it accelerate.
The only goal in mind’s to stay
alive and in the company of friends.
whatever kind of road we’re on,
it’s good to travel with the ones who understand.

I want to stand outside of time,
to float above the tidal lake.
I’m tired of trying to fight the current,
feeling it accelerate.
The outflow will have to wait…

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