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Intro

 We are late like a midnight train that's running nowhere

 We are sticks we are stones we are broken bones we are hot air

 We are under the guillotine trying to fix our hair

 There's computers clicking binary genius into the night

 There are formulas, remedies, reasons, there is hindsight

 There's the smell of artillery, There's the sky alight

 (2x) Dadadaaaa Oh yeah

 We are bedrock we're undergound 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 cybercafe

 (2x) Dadadaaaa Oh yeah

 We are some distant TV channel a lesson grown old

 We are rhythm and rhyme, partners in crime we are fools 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