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BUICK VISIONS
Dumb colours through the icy rain
Soundless shades that are so plain
With flicking lites at the four cross way
The nite decides they’re dim by day
Hiss of rubber on the road
Clicking past the sentry poles
Now here I am
What shall I do
Do I stay
Turn old to new
I’m waiting here
Waiting to ride
I’m waiting here
Waiting to ride
Mystery sounds from out the dark
Who knows what made all those sparks
In telling ways the truth comes through
But I’m not sure that it’s for you
Rain like pearls in the lites
Round each one so very bright
Now here I am
What shall I do
Do I stay
Turn old to new
I’m waiting here
Waiting to ride
I’m waiting here
Waiting to ride
Clumsy puddles of shiny black
Shifting slicks from the tyre tracks
On windy gusts down the street
The dark decides which will meet
Sweeping blades scrape the air
You know I’m going but I don’t know where
Now here I am
What shall I do
Do I stay
Turn old to new
I’m waiting here
Waiting to ride
I’m waiting here
Waiting to ride
Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) The Dark Brothers 2008.