The Machine Starts To Sing (Live at the Centre Pompidou)

4 ContributorsThe Machine Starts to Sing Lyrics Now everything in monochrome Cold and grey and made of stone He sits up on his precious hill To be alone and take it in Well lucky girl, you found a place Where you can breathe and heal that ache But every night the lights go out You wake up sticking to a cloud And when you reach it try to sing You dream that he comes home again But he won't come and you won't breathe There's nothing you can do to keep it in