We float like Moses down the river of pain
we drown in this materialistic
spiritual drain
We're bleeding from the holes in our hands and our feet
Whilst tears roll down our porcelain cheeks
Another ghost in your synthesised landscape
A radar blip under artificial sky’s
Another runner on the horizon
with pixilation running through her eye’s
She’s an orphan to the tessellations
Conditioned for love to smart to realise
Another soul lost in your simulation
Programmed not to se through your disguise
Another runner on the horizon another catcher in the rye
Another sunset reflecting the barcodes twinkling in her eye's
When we were lost between stations
When we were out of range
When we had lost our signal
When all our values were rearranged
Were on the verge of nervous brake down
Were floating out to sea
Were frozen in the search-lights
Which separate you from me
We’ve lost our way
She moves through the room like a nuclear submarine
fake fur and eyes of ultramarine
shes the one with the shiny black knee boots on
shes the one and loves on the tip of her tongue
Never speaking
just heavy breathing
never sleeping
but always dreaming
Shes the one that sets my
soul on fire
shes a siren and shes always wired
hypnotised me into her deepest mire
she'll melt your circuits with electric desire
