but she’s been saying uninterest
and i can’t continue
waching the inbox hoping for an email
plotting our revolution
we were you know
plotting our revolution
i’ve had to break
i can’t continue
alone is disembowelling
and looking across the continent
binoculars at farcast
trainspotting for caterpillars
but the sadness
the sadness
i have to turn around
greet the dawn
we are the was
they are the was