Elder Engineers

(альбом: Wanderlust - 2018)

(Do you still feel, do you still feel)
Do you still feel the weakness in your knees
When you think about finally waking up from a dream?
These notions from another time spill from your head
So tell me
Why do the words resound and shift in the narrative
As I read it slowly now?
So can we walk across, across the threshold
Before our hearts all give out?

I fear the gears and how they wind

Do you feel the gears ticking down inside your mind?
Do you feel the energy that we emit when we collide?
Will you run away with me somewhere we can hide?
To a workshop in need of your autonomic eyes

You carry all our weight
You're the deserts engineer by design
You stumbled all this way just to find out you're not alive

The stardust is thick in my lungs, we can't breathe in
The nitrogen clicks and the cold deepens

(Do you still feel, do you still feel)
Do you still feel the weakness in your knees
When you think about finally waking up from a dream?
These notions from another time spill from your head
So tell me
Why do the words resound and shift in the narrative
As I read it slowly now?
So can we walk across, across the threshold
Before our hearts all give out?
Give out, give out

As time strains and the ground erodes
Your mechanical body is getting old
These moving parts, they move no more, we have lost control
Motor functions gone along with everything we know
This smoke-stack in my head is bellowing dreams
Flowing and ebbing into lucidity
This smoke-stack in my head is bellowing dreams
Flowing and ebbing into lucidity

Do you still feel the weakness in your knees
When you think about finally waking up from a dream?
These notions from another time spill from your head
So tell me
Why do the words resound and shift in the narrative
As I read it slowly now?
So can we walk across, across the threshold
Before our hearts all give out?
Give out

So could this finally be where we turn to dust
At the end of an era, the end of an era?
I'm finally free from this rusted husk
At the end of an era, the end of it all
This smoke-stack in my head is bellowing dreams
Flowing and ebbing into lucidity
This smoke-stack in my head is bellowing dreams
Flowing and ebbing into lucidity