Topographical Face Songtext
von Mothman, The Man

And though the colour of the sky
Changes when I pass by
The ornaments don′t move
Decorations are meant to soothe
Your mind and your spirit
When they fall you won't hear it
An eye wanders around the space
To find the fallen topographical face

Sanctum
Phantom

A distant memory takes charge
A distant memory dislodged


And though the fields have been sown
Another harvest yet to grow
The farmer sits instilled
By the sense of his own will
Your pride and your failings
Come crashing down, they′re hailing
A leather cowl is used in place
Of the fallen topographical face

Sanctum
Phantom

A distant memory takes charge
A distant memory dislodged

Sanctum
Phantom

A distant memory takes charge
A distant memory dislodged