LYRIC SECTION

TELEKON

THIS WRECKAGE

And What if God`s dead
we must have done something wrong
This dark facard ends
we`re indepentant from some-one

This wreckage
I call me
Would like to frame your voice
This wreckage
I call me
Would like to meet you, meet you
soon


THE AIRCRASH BUREAU TELEKON REMIND ME TO SMILE SLEEP BY WINDOWS
I`M AN AGENT I DREAM OF WIRES REMEMBER I WAS VAPOUR

There`s nothing here but us
There`s nothing here but us
There`s nothing here but us
There`s nothing here but us

Remember I
Remember I
Remember I
Remember I

Remember I
Remember I
Remember I
Remember I

There`s nothing here but us
There`s nothing here but us
There`s nothing here but us
There`s nothing here but us

Remember I
Remember I
Remember I
Remember I

Remember I
Remember I
Remember I
Remember I

There`s nothing here but us
There`s nothing here but us
There`s nothing here but us
There`s nothing here but us

There`s nothing here but us
There`s nothing here but us
There`s nothing here but us
There`s nothing here but us
PLEASE PUSH NO MORE THE JOY CIRCUIT
I DIE; YOU DIE WE ARE GLASS A GAME CALLED ECHO PHOTOGRAPH DOWN IN THE PARK(PIANO VERSION)
TROIS GYNOPEDIES(1ST MOVEMENT)

 

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