Lyrics Inverigo - Thea Gilmore

We are late like a midnight train
That's running nowhere
We are sticks, we are stones
We are broken bones
We are hoarded
We are under the guillotine
Trying to fix our hair
And there's computers clicking binary
Genius into the night
There are formulas, remedies, reasons
There is hindsight
And there's the smell of artillery
There's the sky alight
La la la, oh yeah
La la la, oh yeah
We are bedrock, we're underground
We are sharp as the rain
We are gathering pace
We are thunder wrapped in cellophane
We are running from the storms of our youth
Into more of the same
There's a motorway service station
On a January day
There's a lunchtime radio show
There's the shit that they play
There's the percussion of buttons and keys
In a cyber cafe
La la la, oh yeah
La la la, oh yeah
We are some distant TV channel
A lesson grown old
We are rhythm and rhyme
Partners in crime
We are fool's gold
We are free as the wind through the trees
Or so we are told
There's some faded out manuscript paper
And an old clarinet
There is cash on the table
There's a tapestry alphabet
There's the moon and the tide
And all the songs not written yet
There's the moon and the tide
And all the songs not written yet