June 8th, 2003

Illuminati

Lemon

This song always sticks with me. Years on, I'll still catch bits of it playing in my head.
Here are bits.

And I feel
Like I'm slowly, slowly,
Slowly slipping under
And I feel
Like I'm holding onto nothing

A man makes a picture
A moving picture
Through the light projected
He can see himself up close
A man captures colour
A man likes to stare
He turns his money into light
To look for her

And I feel
Like I'm drifting, drifting,
Drifting from the shore
And I feel
Like I'm swimming out to her

Midnight is where the day begins

A man builds a city
With banks and cathedrals
A man melts the sand so he can

See the world outside
A man makes a car
And builds a road to run them on
A man dreams of leaving
But he always stays behind

And these are the days
When our work has come asunder
And these are the days
When we look for something other

She is the dreamer
She's imagination
Through the light projected
He can see himself up close

Midnight is where the day begins