Locked up in the distance
in the falter above us
as the contrails pass you spoke your mind
old photos distort you
and you're frowning a smile
as the misery makes us blind
stand down, fall apart and the trouble starts
yeah the trouble starts over again
in the scenes of this casting
where a tragedy follows
as the contrails pass this vacant sky
Disappear, orlean
away from tarnished golden arsenals
you're laying down again
disappear, orlean
because your swansong fell on fallen heads
you're laying down again
time goes nowhere

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