Jonny imagined the wonderful sound
Submarine sunk on the Thames by a cloud
Indian brave in the planes of a mall
Hunting the ground for the shortest return
Away from here a miners’ cage falls

Dancing like rain off the face of the road
Twisting and tearing wheel snakes in his hand
Later is burned, tomorrow is burned
Torching his alien blood in a forge

Away from here the gunners raise a storm

Here you waited for me
Waited long on the outside
Or the darkside or somethin

Jonny was making the wonderful sound
Searching the strings for a meaning
No-one was there, there was no-one at all
Alone in a huddle, smashing electrons
Away from here a city eats itself alive