Entomology

1, 2, 3, 4... You may be dumb but the passage of times can change anything like the feelings we find so i'll disappear through the crack in the wall and the memories I leave will be nothing at all it's kind of funny Ooh ooooo ooh oooo oooh it's kind

We're shifting in to setting sight The transatlantic motion flight So much up here to pass by Are your ideas so hard to try Stormtime and other distraction Drink some gin, soak the action Drive all winter, listen to noise Lights behind, yellow noise

There's so many pathways that lead to the heart The records were letters, the wrong place to start So devoid of expression I can tell at a glance Stripped at face value we can glide into trance On the freeway so dark in the heat of this night We can

The red sky behind you, the feeling you've been here before, you looked in the past dear, the things we all gave up then. I met you again there, but this time it went for real. We talked for a short while, while I snuck forward, and touched your hand

Let's cherish these galleries The echo and the noise We'll move right through them And all these bitter joys These colors they are rising And changing beyond The possibilities are reaching beyond Light me a leader And hold the future of men With your

It took ten years to realise Why the angel start to cry When you roll on down the lane Your happy smile, your funny name I'm not being mean, so don't take it hard When I ask you to run round the yard It's so hopeless to close the blinds You know I'd