I saw the letter, ink-blot scripture don't remember why I cried
Now I can't find my response, it's all tangled in a headphone wire
Walk through this red estate to the station where I used to live
And then I heard the train play drums and I could finally rest my head again
My voice aged from the pain
Mis-communicating with my heart
Now that everyday's
An un-turning page and the future's glued together
Galvanised myself out of these sheets in the pursuit of something new
Feels like no mountain could be tall enough to really change my point of view
I hope that you're finding little bits of me through picture screens
When the past sends ghosts to haunt you, try your best to sit and ask them what they need
In frenetic dreams
Pylons speak with me through a million wires
Somewhere safe and green
Hills into the sea tramlines and tribulations