Lyric

Waking up from the illusions last night

In a desert of cliches and mirages

They have beautiful names and murderous decorations

For them starry-eyed storm chasers

While we are rovers that no one would come after

My stereo blasting unsung classics

On our way of an escape from

Psychedelic asphyxiation

Come is the cloud with boots of rain

Pouring down into the fjords and lagging the train

Our last umbrella lost in vain

Only tears remain on the radar display

The lonely arctic spring creeps into my brain

The circuit in my vein weeps

Over the birth and destined death of yet another

Poetic creation

I try to be a seeker, a lover and a distributor

Of the ultimate hype about

A multitude of neural communications

Excited by the raving steam coming off your stone

My songs are the fuel for the heating solution

So we set out for the poet annihilation

In search for a salvation to both parties'

Existential problems

The setting sun and an extended lack of daylight

I crave for my sanity veering out of my sight

The teletext says it'll snow again tonight

To extinguish every endless fight

We still can't resist the temptation to hate

And we strive to avoid devastation as fate

Then we just recover the remains of

Our own conclusions

Some other day when the time has come

All the radio stations down and gone

Unchained emotional outbursts

Necessarily overrides our internal

Appropriate libidos

Say goodbye to the beautiful dreams

As the engine sings against the drums

Usurping the memories of the fallen

Noise overwhelmed by the melodies

Absurdly comforting

Some other day when the time has come

All the radio stations down and gone

Unchained emotional outbursts

Necessarily overrides our internal

Appropriate libidos

Say goodbye to the beautiful dreams

As the engine sings against the drums

Usurping the memories of the fallen

Noise overwhelmed by the melodies

Absurdly comforting

Absurdly comforting