Flying Through the Smoke - New Model Army

Red dots — close my eyes — tunnel vision

The cooling towers like Cathedrals

Pitch black dark, brighter than the sun

Less than zero, more than infinity

Forever the graphics curling on the screen

Forever the numbers counting on and on

Flying through the smoke, flying through the smoke

See the body of people move across the floor

Dancing turning wheeling in the spinning lights

I remember the music and the noise so loud

All I could see was you moving your mouth

Tell me what was it you were trying to say

Tell me what was it you were trying to say

And all the time everything was moving away

Like a slo-mo shot as the camera pulls across the crowd

Across the faces caught in the last few seconds of life

And you — like a ghost at the feast

Your eyes so small and dark and dead — you were uninvited

And me — trying to remember how nobody saw you

Sitting next to me on the bus as it turned into Mainstreet

And the bomb in the bag at your feet

What was it you were trying to say

Tell me what was it you were trying to say

Flying through the smoke in a deafening roar

Screaming in the panic as the whirlwind hits

Tell me what was it you were trying to say

Too late to listen now