The train was a vessel of nerves, a long hour of motorway and silence carrying me toward the possibility of a cup of tea and the illicit weight of years of shared screens. My wife knows nothing of this...

Freedom lost with a muzzle flash Muzzle flash after muzzle flash Kiss them good night With Armoured lips With bullet teeth Endless fall, the bombs of peace

They leave their base as the sun dips below the earth It's dusk as they take flightsquadron after squadronstealth coating,scolluped wings and pointy noses.Somewhere in the skythe squadrons separateand seperate again.With radar like accuracyeach individual finds its targeteach target...