The Sound Of Triy - Ai Phoenix

The terrain was aluminous caught on a ghost-train in Spain.

Nosferatu still

sucking on that lovesick vein

Flown today.

A little away.

Any day

Came all the way down to earth just to go back again

Your eyes are kind.

Well, never mind.

We’ll leave it behind

The Velvet Underground.

The sound of Troy

Coppersky.

Travelling eye.

The speed of industry

Resting on the outskirts of modern simplicity

Where the elegant and superfluous escapade

Is torn down by the very very slow decay

Flown today.

A little away.

Any day

Came all the way down to earth just to go back again