darlington to stockton railway

take some acid, take some e, when yr wasted think on me chalked up on the final approach. everywhere teenage gangs do time, stone trains with cans from darkening embankments. red sky at night, teesside alight, red sky in the morning ... ask for a light get a life, ask for alight, oh yeah. lass runs past wearing only gold glitter, carrying a pair ov heels in hand. she is illuminated manuscript, gorgeous as cooling towers at night. its a heavy dub like deep-space rocking, rocking, all the revolutions ov ... scars above are stars that caedmon knew, tho harder to find beneath this glare. where the iron road was born, stockton station ails, its only vaulting - cloud. we sign off not on in this broken cathedral ov industry