Letra de A Peculiar Noise Called "Train Director"

If I'm going out I want to take with me
A month of golden Sundays
If we're going out, should we bring the map?
Or should we lose ourselves in meaning

Where we are
In the blink of an eye, you get several meanings
Where we are
In the blink of an eye, you get several meanings

If you come back down be sure to hear the sound
Of xylophones gently breathing

Where we are
In the blink of an eye, you get several meanings
Where we are
In the blink of an eye, you get several meanings

Question what's in sight as the sun is setting
And the airplanes hit boundaries
Waterfalls fell on an optical atlas
What was remains the same
It took up residence with a peculiar noise
It's called "train director"

Where we are
In the blink of an eye, you get several meanings
Where we are
In the blink of an eye, you get several meanings