Testo di Proctor Rd.

All the people 'neath your feet That you'll never speak to You'll never meet All of their windows on the glow All of the dark age will go Same as the dark when eyelids close When you find a house on Proctor Rd. It's walls of your skin, tissue thin This is your Captain speaking: "Welcome to the place Seats back, return To your all-importance of great concern From your womb slash tomb Slash seating coach Feel the dead weight of a shadow approach Feel the dead weight, weight of a shadow approach