corn fields
a shade of mustard
custard
yellow trees
a whole line of them
and flashes of bright green
underneath the big indigo skies
blending before twilight
& I------
sit there alone
wandering why
I never go home---------
I never go home---------
midland magic
the giant white turbines
spinning
spinning
a hundred canal boats
water that carves through land
snaking, making
marks in the ground, reflecting pools
reflecting the shine
in your eyes, in the eyes
in your eyes, in the eyes
-of a thousand past lives-
& a hundred caravans
& a hundred fluffy white sheep
in a fading darkness
unmistakable starkness
in a darkening fade-ness
in a darkening fade-ness
none-the-less
-------realllllllllllllll so etherealllllll
a thousand and one
lone train journeys
-a hundred and one sunsets
each like no other-
journeying, it sets the soul free------
watching the skies bleed
quietude
watching the skies bleed
quietude
