Flying Through The Smoke

Red dots - close my eyes - tunnel vision
 the cooling towers like Cathedrals
 Pitch black dark, brighter than the sun
 Less than zero, more than infinity
 Forever the graphics curling on the screen
 Forever the numbers counting on and on
 Flying through the smoke, flying through the smoke
 See the body of people move across the floor
 Dancing turning wheeling in the spinning lights
 I remember the music and the noise so loud
 All I could see was you moving your mouth
 Tell me what was it you were trying to say
 Tell me what was it you were trying to say
 And all the time everything was moving away
 like a slo-mo shot as the camera pulls across the crowd
 across the faces caught in the last few seconds of life
 And you - like a ghost at the feast
 your eyes so small and dark and dead - you were uninvited
 And me - trying to remember how nobody saw you
 sitting next to me on the bus as it turned into Mainstreet
 and the bomb in the bag at your feet
 What was it you were trying to say
 Tell me what was it you were trying to say
 Flying through the smoke in a deafening roar
 Screaming in the panic as the whirlwind hits
 Tell me what was it you were trying to say
 Too late to listen now