Perfect Cosmic Storm

Signals go to ground...

For me there is no hope at all

I speak of every day of my life

I speak of being alone

Stars burn through the coins on my eyes

One last look around the house before it blows

Before I go to ground

The Difference Machine flies

You can see stars right through it

Your mum or your dad or your kids

Or the love of your life

Bring light to the dark spaces between us

Stars burn through the coins on my eyes

Signals go to ground

Distant empty space

Take on the skyline, take on the deserts

One more time, one last time

The Difference Machine flies

You can see stars right through us