Hang to the telephone wires That follow me through the land The rails i recognise in my hands I draw black dots in my palms Give them names and discover A brand new world But no matter where i go no matter I still catch myself In me i can't invent a new landscape I have trains advancing through my veins I build stations and playgrounds for my mind to wader around The nicotine and games i invent all over again
But no matter i go i catch myself 'Cos i 'm tired of looking out So i'll hide in my world All soft with words Frontiers lost In my things, in my eyes In the touch i'll never find 'Cos no matter where i go i reach myself 'Cos i'm inside out Tripping over my voice Lost in my noise Tangled in my hair But no matter I still find myself