There were months with engines In case the silence came. They took the quiet hand That waited at my throat away. The cold percussion Of all these man-made things The rhythmic scream of trains that automate the life in things But I never wanted To see the timely rain To know precisely how the chemistry in feeling drains I ask no sinewave cycles And no repeats from time I cant see answers in the accidents that chaos finds I should have seen it amidst the broken things That lost their meaning when an*lysis was everything There is no voice of Venus amidst the steel and grey And Im impatient for the things that make me move again I should have seen it but it s a different sky all the stars are in the wrong place at the wrong time There is no voice of Venus amidst the steel and grey And Im impatient for the things that make me move again