Phantom Notions

Someone's flitting 'round that being – I don't understand the scene,
The fragile building tends to fall, as a traffic light turns green.

Tiny pinpricks from the headship, seven on the Richter scale,
Could it be, it's just an echo slapped back from a distant vale.

Phantom notions on their way,
Where they come from – hard to say ...

There's a hunt, but who's the hunter, hellhounds chasing at my back,
Feet stuck in a sea of glue, well, guess I'll miss the chequered flag.

Phantom notions on their way,
Where they come from – hard to say ... hard to say!



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