walking dead blind

I walked up north
not for a moment i thought
i would have to switch
off
all of my might
went into forgetting the dream i had
we were hiding so close
waiting for the ships to go
a movie was made
a sinking surprise
while you were just a passenger inside your head
i held a hand
i was a hand
walking dead blind
into the limits of sound

in lost parks
in the bright ideal sun
in lost parks
in the bright ideal sun

The Music Tapes - Minister of Longitude