Between the telephone

And the remote control

There's a void that suits you

Suits you fine

You go to sleep 'cause there's no place else to go

But you're wrong

No touch that light

It's all over

I'm out

Silver led waters

Moonlit backyards and fences

Softer scents?

Ten times sharper senses

Poles and powerlines warning signs

Everything as quiet

As you want it to be

The sound of a train passing by it

Moves me, I used to wonder why

It moves me, I used to wonder why

I miss the magic sunday rides

To the places we would hide

Cotton, sunshine