Most of the day
We were at the machinery
In the dark sheds
That the seasons ignore
I held the levers that guided the signals to the radio
But the words I receive, random code, broken fragments from before.

Out in the trees
My reason deserting me
All the dark stars
Cluster over the bay.

Then in a certain moment
I lose control and at last I am part of the machinery.

(the belldog) where are you?
And the light disappears
As the world makes it's circle through the sky.

• Are They Thinking of Me?
• Been There Done That
• Big Day
• Broken Head
• Cordoba
• Crime in The Desert
• Empty Frame
• Footsteps
• Grandfather's House
• I Fall Up
• In The Backroom
• Lay My Love
• Miss Shapiro
• One Word
• Over
• Raf
• Seven Deadly Finns
• Some Words
• Spinning Away
• Stiff
• The Belldog
• The Harness
• The River
• Tzima N'arki
• Under