I've been driving for some time / and the towns look the same. / This town feels very different, / as though I've been here before. / This looks like the old school-yard where we both used to play. / and the kids in that building, / they look just like our friends. /
Something about / this place / makes me lose a grip on time and space. / I haven't seen you for years, / but I feel you could be here right now. / And I know it's strange, / yes I know it's strange, / that you could be here with me now. /
Days spent staring at highways, / strange effects on the brain. / I can tell I'm not dreaming, / I know I'm wide awake! / I'm sure I saw the theatre / that burnt down in `83 - / and I followed the Harley / that had your number-plate. /
Something about this place / makes me lose a grip on time and space. / I haven't seen you for years, / but I feel you could be here right now. / And I know it's strange, / yes I know it's strange, / that you could be here with me now. /
[Whispers:] There's something about this place...
Compositores: Robert Andrew Shukman, Peter Stewart Wiggs (Saint Etienne) ECAD: Obra #4439006