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.