Tinny radio voices pull me from my civilian stupor.
For seconds I am alive,
In a world of Sharp colour.
The air I breathe seems cold and clean.
The traffic warden passes,
And the city closes in again.
From my outboard brain.
For seconds I am alive,
In a world of Sharp colour.
The air I breathe seems cold and clean.
The traffic warden passes,
And the city closes in again.
From my outboard brain.