Mice from Glimpse by Artillery Saints

Retreat into the world behind your eyes

It hides in the corners and waits for me when
My dreams flit like mice on a hot metal floor
Chasing dirt trails like night soil men
They gently inspect and dissect me till dawn
At the end of the day
At the end of the day
The night is so quiet
It must have secrets to keep at bay

Your face on the back of everyone's head
A pimp for a church it throws you astern
Your eyes are the hollow pits of the moon
Eyesore I love you and the weapons you choose
Your show pony bolts
In a forest in gloom
It's lost in a maze of future Swedish rooms

Sunset brings more gifts that wrap themselves
Firmament of wonders
Finest of friends
Its fingerprint smears could reduce you to tears
But I've been waiting for the daydream to be over again

Sun is rusting in front of a tribe
Clockwork springs off
It slides into the bubbling brine
Fiery air liner crashes into a concrete tower
The second it hits
The longest, slowest eternity
I run down the stairs
Then I find there's no stairs
My clothes fall off
And I realise it's the end of a dream

• Electronic
• aberdeen
• alternative
• electronic pop
• electronica
• indie rock
• Aberdeen