Machines of Sleep - Coilguns

It’s in our mind: nothing changes

We drove far beyond the grids of the ancient coast which is haunted by the

seeds of deep hopes they woke up this morning, and they’ll grow

Fade in time

Fall asleep

Lay your head low and close your eyes they need it, they love it,

machines of sleep

There, these are the moments we shared, gone through places we’ve lost

Where no one else will ever reach such motions in time and emotions and tastes

but caught by the haunted, not every word is coming right

Not all the noises are heard in their right phases

These are the ghosts we fear, these are the ghost we fear

These are the ghosts we fear — the ones driving along our chariot

These are the ghosts we fear — wheels and chairs, engines and tires Windshields

and mirrors, driving backwards — these are the ghosts we fear

Machines of sleep, mellow and silent, glowing in dotted white lines yeah,

machines of sleep