The right words evade me She turns away Escort free We're travelling Unknown terrain Halfway between Two cities gleam I hang back and you move on The procession sings onwards The etching of your portrait Sits bleached out In the back of my mind Glancing down I see my face Is there a wrong on my tongue that I cannot taste A rising tide comes to meet my words A wind that pushes south west knocks me off my feet Horizons draw closer The distance glistens Our legs quicken A revelation see blind fixations We carry fortunes Of cities fading I hang back and you move on The procession sings onwards The etching of your portrait Sits bleached out In the back of my mind We burnt the daylight upon the road Flat on the ground feet are placed upon the floor Our days are numbered one two three I cant imagine what could save you and me