International

It's a buzz I'm becoming international Kill the dream, free the capital These days, these days all burn And in Dundee I'm born again At least it's dark enough In his masochist fantasy books I see orange, I see blues and grey We are built to live 12 hours away A beds left [?] This limbo mobile living Is the best use of my time Forty limbs wind the once And I'm hopping the immaculate These days, these days I burn Just let these ten feet turn I see vast organic things Look outside, we move at speed I see caves [?] ponder I see we won't last much longer Spill against the wish Made of money and desire To acquire it I see the end Be kind to them, inside fear The air is circular I'm existing here and over again And then