The Anvil

The message In a faded envelope In a vice-like grip The passage Of a carriage in the dark On a foreign trip (again) The image Of a figure in the trees In the evening rain The knowledge Of a stranger in your midst On a speeding train (again) Night tra

Traveling with no destination No place to go Nameless towns with faceless people No place I know Time to close my mind and drift off To other scenes Lose myself in glossy pages Dull magazines Moments pass by, oh so slowly Makes me lonely too Twisting

Show me, yes, go on, no you, alright Wake up, they're moving, they can hear us I know they can hear us.... Wake up, wake up, wake up 专辑:The Anvil 歌手:Visage 歌曲:Whispers

There are some that blindly and happily plow While the tractor screams "Feed me some oil" The scraping of gears and the gnashing of teeth Fall softly on full ahead ears A frown may give away something right A smile can hide crooked affairs The s