Tramlines & Tribulations

I saw the letter, ink-blot scripture don't remember why I cried Now I can't find my response, it's all tangled in a headphone wire Walk through this red estate to the station where I used to live And then I heard the train play drums and I could finally rest my head again My voice aged from the pain Mis-communicating with my heart Now that everyday's an un-turning page and the future's glued together Galvanised myself out of these sheets in the pursuit of something new Feels like no mountain could be tall enough to really change my point of view I hope that you're finding little bits of me through picture screens When the past sends ghosts to haunt you, try your best to sit and ask them what they need In frenetic dreams Pylons speak with me through a million wires Somewhere safe and green Hills into the sea tramlines and tribulations