Most of the day
We were at the machinery
In the dark sheds
That the seasons ignore
I held the levers that guided the signals to the radio
But the words I receive, random code, broken by fragments
From before
Out in the trees
My reason deserting me
All the dark stars
Cluster over the bay
Then in a certain moment
I lose control and at last I am part of the machinery
(The belldog) Where are you?
And the light disappears
As the world makes its circles through the sky
We were at the machinery
In the dark sheds
That the seasons ignore
I held the levers that guided the signals to the radio
But the words I receive, random code, broken by fragments
From before
Out in the trees
My reason deserting me
All the dark stars
Cluster over the bay
Then in a certain moment
I lose control and at last I am part of the machinery
(The belldog) Where are you?
And the light disappears
As the world makes its circles through the sky
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