The terrain was aluminous caught on a ghost-train in Spain.Nosferatu still sucking on that lovesick vein.
Flown today. A little away. Any day.
Came all the way down to earth just to go back again.
Your eyes are kind. Well, never mind. We'll leave it behind.
The Velvet Underground. The sound of Troy.
Coppersky. Travelling eye. The speed of industry
Resting on the outskirts of modern simplicity
Where the elegant and superfluous escapade
Is torn down by the very very slow decay.
Flown today. A little away. Any day.
Came all the way down to earth just to go back again.
