Annoluce - Novembre

I used to come here

Textiles all over, and lamps

And colours of centuries flash from the stands

Do not lose my hand now

We’re in a tempest of sound

Our stranger wind brought us here from afar

A journey through lightning ending now

A song made of light spreading around

I just wanna end this ride

That life has turned into this rusting pile of pipes

Cos I believe that there is more than meets the eye

In this script of anger

Brought to tears until the Sun died

And a journey through lightning ending now

A song made of light spreading around

A million eyelids closing down, A million eyes

I saw the files that they have on me

I saw the chambers of new bright opinions they sewn in your flash

I saw the files that she has on me, setting this astral conjunction against

All the reasons and odds

I used to come here

Storms have swept it apart

A swirl of memories hitting the land, with the wind and the sand

Do not lose my hand now

We’re in a ‘lager' of sound

Which brought us here in a light-year of bleeding and screaming and cries