Seventeen Landscapes Songtext
von Heron Oblivion

You were my own special island, so famous for your flowers
Getting so unwell, so unwell
Living at your feet, so unwell
You still look the same, but you don′t sound it
Voiceless thunder rock; seventeen landscapes out on the horizon

Never thought I'd be here faking it through
Just had these words for an emergency:
"Hexagon Pavilion," "Wheeling and Riding."
I thought you′d put the call out
Such danger resides behind your piece of line


We are, we are alone again
And we thought we'd meet here again
Thought I heard you say it, still hear you saying it to me

Never thought I'd be here talking to you
Just had these words for an emergency:
"Hexagon Pavilion," "Wheeling and Riding."
I thought you′d put the call out
Such danger resides behind your piece of line
You said we′d meet here again after all the rambling
Thought I heard you say it, still hear you saying it to me

We are, we are alone again