Hang to the telephone wires
That follow me through the land
The rails i recognise in my hands
I draw black dots in my palms
Give them names and discover
A brand new world
But no matter where i go no matter
I still catch myself
In me i can t invent a new landscape
I have trains advancing through my veins
I build stations and playgrounds for my mind to wader around
The nicotine and games i invent all over again
But no matter i go i catch myself
Cos i m tired of looking out
So i ll hide in my world
All soft with words
Frontiers lost
In my things, in my eyes
In the touch i ll never find
Cos no matter where i go i reach myself
Cos i m inside out
Tripping over my voice
Lost in my noise
Tangled in my hair
But no matter
I still find myself

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