These white tufts of your vapour trail have sprouted and taken root It's like you're at the big shiny wheel where candyfloss is born and grows as the stick turns Spinning out your vapour trail

 

I head north, stopping at stations with rainbow diesel stains Singing accents of teenagers and hills not black but green rolling out to sea as you're spinning out your vapour trail

 

These people hold me and I hold them These people hold me and I hold them

 

With these arms that reach beyond the grave to the lives that grew from such embrace I was cast as a bit player Throwin hollow shapes on a hollow stage as you're spinning out your vapour trail

 

Your people hold me and I hold them Your people hold me and I hold them

 

You underline the sky with all you've left behind spinning out your vapour trail

 

These white tufts of your vapour trail have sprouted and taken root When thrown in at the deep end Friendship can be forced fondness not so much

 

and I think we're there