| [01:26.96] |
Ten coaches roll into the dust |
| [01:30.26] |
Chrome windows turned to rust |
| [01:33.25] |
'Hand on inside they know they must |
| [01:36.44] |
Hanging on the green backed words in god we trust |
| [01:43.36] |
No one knew if the spirit died |
| [01:46.43] |
All wrapped to go like Kentucky fried |
| [01:49.74] |
Tring to read the flight of birds |
| [01:52.97] |
Low on fuel getting low on words |
| [01:58.94] |
And she comes out like a white shadow |
| [02:05.77] |
She comes out like a white shadow |
| [02:13.15] |
Each one drawn to empty spaces |
| [02:16.35] |
Outsider's borderline cases |
| [02:19.63] |
It's hard to tell black from white |
| [02:22.52] |
When you wake up in the middle of the night |
| [02:29.68] |
Weighed down by the absence of sound |
| [02:32.79] |
Broken now by the cry of a hound |
| [02:35.92] |
Looking for movement within the haze |
| [02:39.20] |
Light can be deceptive with her rays |
| [02:45.34] |
And she comes out like a white shadow |
| [02:51.60] |
And she comes out like a white shadow |
| [02:58.35] |
She comes out like a white shadow |
