Letra The Pattern Room - Lightning In A Twilight Hour
The hinterland
City streets
Remote resorts
Feverish
Primitive
Lines of force
Against careers
Fathers too
? Space and freedom
We know not where
We?re going to
We?re just leaving
The rhythm
The rustling
Of colours
The yearning
To understand
All that?s felt and seen
Ideals and hope
The pattern room
Pioneering
We know not where
This bridge leads to
That we?re building
The rhythm
The rustling
Of colours
The yearning
To understand
All that?s felt and seen
The rhythm
The rustling
Of colours
The yearning
To understand
All that?s felt and seen