The Church - Invisible

Sitting in the shadows and the evening oscillating Feeling light and fading like it's never gonna change Hoping for a moment for some gentle consolation Waiting at the station where the trains are out of range She's sitting in a carriage being jostled by the motion Overhearing conversation, the grinding of the steel Scenes fly past the curtains that the darkness paints uncertain And memories are meaningless, her motives are concealed Through countrysides and mountains and the village by the ocean Where the stranger's waiting for her in the plushness of his car Winding and rewinding, pushing all directions Till the limit of implosions, which is never very far All I ever wanted to see Was just invisible to me Out there in the distance the horizon meets resistance The summer falls down drunken on the longest of the days Rushing past the ruins of the churches and the Porsches Reflected in the mirrors and the echoes and the haze He drums impatient fingers on the chrome and on the leather Running through the reasons in the corners of his mind Sifting tiny diamonds on his shaky mental islands Where he often claims asylum from the structures left behind The wind blows through the headstones and the milestones making music The melody reminds us the girl's still far away Asleep in her compartment, dreaming of the darkness As the train speeds on regardless to the approaching day All I ever wanted to see Was just invisible to me