These white tufts of your vapour trail
have sprouted and taken root
It's like you're at the big shiny wheel
where candyfloss is born and grows as the stick turns
Spinning out your vapour trail

I head north, stopping at stations
with rainbow diesel stains
Singing accents of teenagers
and hills not black but green
rolling out to sea
as you're spinning out your vapour trail

These people hold me and I hold them
These people hold me and I hold them

With these arms that reach beyond the grave
to the lives that grew from such embrace
I was cast as a bit player
Throwin hollow shapes on a hollow stage
as you're spinning out your vapour trail

Your people hold me and I hold them
Your people hold me and I hold them

You underline the sky with all you've left behind
spinning out your vapour trail

These white tufts of your vapour trail
have sprouted and taken root
When thrown in at the deep end
Friendship can be forced
fondness not so much

and I think we're there