my questions hang from the telephone wires Lost Trances

strangers pass through the place you once occupied Lost Trances

i feel the world pause between two heartbeats Lost Trances

ceiling cracks map places i never returned to Lost Trances

somewhere a bird rehearses its first sound Lost Trances

our arguments curl upward as thin smoke Lost Trances

inside the night's reply clocks lose their grip Lost Trances

a single feather spins, choosing a direction Lost Trances

caravan bells answer the crackling hush Lost Trances

inside the night's reply i hear trains fade Lost Trances