Destination - The Church

作词：Kilbey

作曲：The Church

Our instruments have no way of measuring this feeling

Can never cut below the floor or penetrate the ceiling

In the space between our houses some bones have been discovered

But our procession lurches on as if we had recovered

Draconian winter unforetold

One solar day suddenly you're old

Your little envelope just makes me cold

Makes destination start to unfold

Our documents are useless or forged beyond believing

Page forty seven is unsigned I need it by this evening

In the space between our cities a storm is slowly forming

Something eating up our days I feel it every morning

Destination destination

Destination destination

Destination destination

It's not a religion it's just a technique

It's just a way of making you speak

Distance and speed have left us too weak

And destination looks kind of bleak

Our elements are burned out our beasts have been mistreated

I tell you it's the only way we'll get this road completed

In the space between our bodies the air has grown small fingers

Just one caress you're powerless like all those clapped out swingers

Destination destination

Destination destination

Destination destination

Destination