- Atlas
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Its all hats off now, all drum rolls and applause.
By slight of the hand you will turn them into dust.
A face to face you will lead them by the fall
A track fiend and the saw dust
You're allowed to stare it out uuuuh
- Finish Line
Wait here for the flag to fall
And follow me to the edge of town
Your family’s seen you on your bike
All they say is it’s such a waste of time
Stay clear of the runner up
He’s got some tricks he’s not afraid to try
I stopped racing years ago
- Fire Escape
On the fire escape
We stopped and we looked down
Through the broken glass, on the sirens on the spies
When you’re still midway
It’s not too late to just turn back
The winter is cruel round here
The future is not down there
- Harold T. Wilkins. Or How To Wait For A Very Long Time
You’ve been packing your bags for the tenth time
You’ve been up on the roof again
And you’re biding your time but it’s all right they’re coming any week now
Left behind by the mothership, they’re our only real friends
And inside, you’ll always feel the same, even when you wake up
Even if you wake up
In a town where everyone will kick and scream
- I'm A Pilot
You can't trust that sound,
You're sleeping in all the time,
You'll see me on the screen,
Through all the other soul's dark walls,
With the sun.
The mad circus says good night.
The tape machine exposed,
From all its spinning round the moon.
- If It Is Growing
If it is growing
If it is clawing
And wants to get out
Then let it come out
Your memory’s failing
Your eyes are like rocks
And I can see you on the floor of your box
- Sand And Ice
What's the point in building a house here
The nearest light is five miles away
The woods are still in control
What's the point in sending your thoughts here
To work by night and just die here
Failing to reach a result