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
chorus: Disappear, orlean away from tarnished golden aresenals you're laying down again disappear, Orlean because your swansong fell on fallen heads you're laying down again time goes nowhere
