Pigeon Drummer - No-Man

The background buzz, the lo-fi hum

The fallen saviours beat their ritual drums

Their eyes alive with destiny —

Sweet delusions, which serve to set us free

The bar room bids for tarts with hearts

The dumbed down kids in souped up cars

The clapped out lovers on their guard —

Smaller details written large

Her sun-kissed skin caught in your frame

You know you’ll never pass this way again

You wash the dirt out of your hair

You find the words you need when no-one's there

The moments lost

The distant stars