A Peculiar Noise Called Train Director Lyrics

if i'm going out
i want to take with me
(a month of golden sundays)
if we're heading out
should we bring a map?
or should we lose ourselves in meaning

where we are - in the blink of an eye
you get several meanings

if you come back down
be sure to hear the sound
(of xylophones gently breathing) where we are - in the blink of an eye
you get several meanings

do you question what's in sight
as the sun is setting
as the airplane hits boundaries
the waterfalls fell on an optical atlas
what was remains the same
it took up residence
with a peculiar noise called "train director"

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