Cold numbers

There are cold numbers
On a blank sheet of asteroids
In the sunrise of shame
Towers tall and straight

Uncut,
Roadblock

You can't just decode that.
Out of the mid-woods twilight.

Uncut,
Roadblock

There's a channel for a curcuit in the other hall
I'm staring at the teatre of opposite
Cause we are living in the centre of a halomet
And i will never care for plans that you have made for me

(i'm on your side)
There are cold numbers
You can't just decode that
Out of the mid-woods twilight

Uncut,
Roadblock

There's a channel for a curcuit in the other hall
I'm staring at the teatre of opposite
Cause we are living in the centre of a halomet
And i will never care for plans that you have made for me

There's a channel for a curcuit in the other hall
I'm staring at the teatre of opposite
Cause we are living in the centre of a halomet
And i will never care for plans that you have.