Jets To Brazil - Pale New Dawn

sickly surrender to cola remember machines
shaky somnambulist shiver out all your screams
go to the room with the chair and wait for your life
scared that the voices i hear may never be mine

seven december a paper back letter recalls
you knew such happiness crashing her loveliness one wedded fall
cutting through gray where you're holding the pages amazed
cutting the picture to ribbons in winter parades

pale new dawn put something on
you're thinking faster than i run
now the more i get connected the less i know who i am
and it feels like i'm the only one

the month has gone rabbits the winter is taking my life
am i a passenger passing through scenes in someone else's life
cold will outlast me apartments are castles in space
warm with the void holding court in a four poster grave

pale new dawn put something on
i hate the shape of things to come
now the more we get connected
the less i know who you are