作词 : Thomas Hawkins
 作曲 : Robin Legge
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Simmers in the evening light
Figures in a lightning field
Sediments of you and I
I said you'll never be alone, my dear
I'd never been so wrong nor right
How many times do I envy your head on an average 9 to 5?
(High tides)
Your scent, my stench
Old gold, this
High pitched scream won't leave me be
It follows me wherever I
Go
(Low blows)
Too many humans shooting the breeze
How it feels to be [Truman?
One man caught in a dead man's thoughts
Two minds in a death dream window (I best go)
Unfurl the deep red
Lighten the dark night
I saw the silence (I tried)
Make the most of the good life
Still this high pitched scream comes calling
And then peters out just in
Time