Lyrics

From the silence of these sleeping towns
To the violence of the waking hours
Comes a hymn from the wasteland
That beckons in oblivion
From the apathy of the powerless
To the toll roads on the way to success
Where the songs of the righteous
Still sound just like oblivion
Feels like it’s gonna rain
In the valley, all the signs say, “we’re closed for the day.”
Still hungover by a fairground ride, pride of the young and the old
Waiting for you on some waste ground
There’s a way to escape this time
And no getting high
Once the proud steed of Bellerophon
Now the play things from abandoned carousels
Wait for their riders to come
And release them from oblivion
Tin horses are gonna fly
Through the valley as the carnival train leaves for the year
Stood abandoned by a fairground ride, eyes to the sky, alive again
Waiting for us on the wasteland
They’re our way to escape this town
And no getting high