David O’Dowda Machine Lines

We’re catching dreams from the everyday Street life And though our hearts are of the open world Our minds are far away And if you speak to the quiet man Speechless Our efforts way outside the city lights Our minds beyond repair Ah, we listen but we don’t forgive Ah, our hearts are just angelic-like Ah, we tire where we always live Ah, our minds are just machine lines We’re finding tydying and foresting for things that make our Lives full But faithful pressure gives us anything but the right to Go away And if we travel to another place, we’ll be Speechless Our minds are floating Our bodies luminate while The angels fill the air Ah, we listen but we don’t forgive Ah, our hearts are just angelic-like Ah, we tire where we always live Ah, our minds are just machine lines Ah, we listen but we don’t forgive Ah, our hearts are just angelic-like Ah, we tire where we always live Ah, our minds are just machine lines.