Pylons Songtext
Pylons hold up the sky
Until the stars come out.
Like the lights around your Christmas tree,
But I can taste the fear warm in your mouth.

Wires humming in the wind,
Along the road that stretches into the distance.
Miles blur into a shimmering haze:
Nothing seems to make any difference today.
The car won't start.
Maybe if we push it hard?
Time is running out for you.
Time is running out for me too.

Try the engine once more,
Turn the keys and kick the wheels.
Sit and sweat it out on hot plastic seats,
I think we're watching the last reel.

Time is running out for you.
Time is running out for me too.
Time is running out for you.
Time is running out for me too.