Transmissions - The Night Flight Orchestra

Icicles of silence

Piercing through my armor

As she slips away

Fleeting like the breeze

Once I tried to love her

Lost in my delusions

Guess I didn’t see

She never needed me

Talk to me

Won’t you talk to me?

You’re the remedy

For my starless visions

Hands on me

With your hands on me

Every nerve in me

Felt subcellular

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She is from an island

Once she wrote a letter

With its name attached

Wishing I was there

And I’ve watched her sleep

Trusting me to be there

When she’s waking up

Skinless and aware

Talk to me

Won’t you talk to me?

You’re the remedy

For my starless visions

Hands on me

With your hands on me

Every nerve in me

Felt subcellular

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But if she was mine

Archipelagic, divine

Distant, yet removed

From space and time

Talk to me

Won’t you talk to me?

You’re the remedy

For my starless visions

Hands on me

With your hands on me

Every nerve in me

Felt subcellular

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