Somewhere there?s a country you remember from your youth
On the surface of this country is the one they built on top of it.
The Highway leads to everything,
Except for what they buried underneath it.
There is a country made of telegrams and tailcoats,
and nobody to grieve it.
But when the sun is getting lower then the highway marks the graves,
And the tail-lights, they circle like the roses of an infinite bouquet,
And everybody leaves tail-lights for the grey,
Ghosts of railways and candleholders.
And oh oh oh oh oooooo, ooooo ooooo ooooo ooooo,
There?s been an accident a mile away from here,
I heard the sound of sirens,
And they turned back again and as they disappeared,
I saw a trail behind them.
You say the wind is up, it?s out collecting lives,
You say the wind is up, it?s out collecting lives,
An exit night,
Is coming through,
Oh the wind is up, it?s moving like no wind I?ve ever known,
And the page that I was reading was the first that had to go,
But still I kept on reading like the dead who have a memory of living,
Because the wind is here to take the thing,
I don?t think I am ready to be giving,
And Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thy Juliette?
She flew up with the table out the window,
Now she?s mixing with the dead.
Oh won?t you make her go away I am not ready for her yet,
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And now the wind is up, it?s out collecting lives,
You say the wind is up, it?s out collecting lives,
An exit night is coming true,
An exit night, is coming through,
Exit night, has come for you,
Oh exit light,
exit moon,
Tell me why
Why so soon?
I don?t know.
I don?t know.
Oooooo ooooo.
Ooooo ooooo.
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And o,
Tomorrow,
The day,
Would be,
I will read to your memory,
Fly away,
There?s no need
To worry,
I will read, into your memory,
Leave your brain.