Between the telephone 
And the remote control 
There's a void that suits you, 
Suits you fine 
You go to sleep 'cause there's no place else to go 
But you're wrong 

No touch that light 
It's all over 
I'm out 

Silver led waters 
Moonlit backyards and fences 
Softer scents? 
Ten times sharper senses 
Poles and powerlines warning signs 
Everything as quiet 
As you want it to be 

The sound of a train passing by it 
Moves me, I used to wonder why 
It moves me, I used to wonder why 

I miss the magic sunday rides 
To the places we would hide 
Cotton, sunshine