Soft Landing Songtext
von Pete Francis

Who said information could cry?
Look at its humble pie

Morning fox
Knife in the clock

I can′t stop
I can't stop

Magnetic mice
Okay you′re listening
Forty Four floors up
New York City response
A shifting of placement
Tangled towers
If I were to look up and see you blimp-like
Speaking to me in tongues
I am a flower machine
The cart has left the horse


I did it for sight
Judgment flys
It's pretty quick to get you
Like a saxophone solo bursting out of the horn
Is it just nerves or is it how you position the nerves?

Let them walk the plank
So you know you're under water sinking
Your body weighted down by stones
Do I own the bones or are they unknown?

Soft landing brings you home
Soft landing brings you home

Who said information could cry?
Look at its humble pie

Morning fox
Knife in the clock
You can′t stop
You can′t stop


Hello hello
The teapot never whistled
With such a flame you would have thought never mind
Cutting paper people strings of paper people
We look similarly different yet beneath our breath we are the same
A closer watch reveals closure
A tendency to end with wishes in sight
Do you care if I collapse now?
I'm getting stronger every minute
Shouldn′t you seek help?
I mean really the conversations you have with yourself are absurd
Summon what's known of hurt now make out with the wind
Burn your heart out kid
We′re here in winter the season of wild beginnings

Soft landing brings you home
Soft landing brings you home
Soft landing brings you home
Soft landing brings you home
Soft landing