Lucky-Pierred on the highway
While his blood runs under metal hunks
We need to get back to Europe, before it's too late
Tied up, restrained with duct-tape
As the broken AC prays
From the chimneys that watch over Cleveland
To the ghost towers over Manama
Half constructed but complete
And the red thread rears up wildly
And ties off on her heart
And her heart
Over here the phoney war is just beginning
So we drink like the world is ending
There's a message, there's another cable coming
So we drink like the world is ending
In the theme bars
And the dive bars
And the souk bars
In the hotel bars
Your work is fantastic
I love what you're doing
Your work is amazing
I love what you're doing
So let's get on the next plane
And hope for new cities
Let's get on the next plane
And hope that it works out
Landscapes arrive in waves
30s menace
Bones in vineyards
Bars in ruins
A sense of ending
Safety videos in Delft pottery
Calm and decent
We need to get out of Europe
Before it's too late