In the haze of four hundred miles
Decisions are made in the eyes of erasure
Swarming with ideas in mazes of joy
Breaking with what was thought to be able
Please tell me why
This vision always has to die
A vision of loss
In the wake of faith
Futile swagger taking over
A void in dull fields of rows of hotels
And smiles on crooked faces
Please tell me why
This vision always has to die
And how might I say to you
Engagement
With stone and brick dealings on the wall
A station of hard to accept happiness
With straight tooth smiles reflecting all your thoughts
In broken wishes replanted
A trip to the fear machine recanted
Please tell me why
This vision always has to die
And how might I say to you
Engagement
Or are we through