Tycho Brahe White Room
i see your face from the white roomits all so clear from
the white room
one hundred years of mass production
one million years of blind seduction
i see this all from the white room
grey shadowed tears fall from the sky
blow ancient history into an ozone ocean
its poetry in motion
our pet devotion
i see this all from the white room
look back in fear and taste the bitter tears
i see this all from the white room
its all so clear from the white room
you'll join me soon in the white room
