Millennium from Further Afield by Voice Of The Rain

The ghost in my machine plays with my peace of mind
It gives credence to my dreams, puts the matter into time
Offers up its needs, physics turns it on
Doesn't like beliefs; says I don't belong
I hope it's wrong

But I findd myself suspecting it's true, so it goes on
And there's nothing much more I can do

But I hope you can hear me
I hope you can hear me
I hope I'm getting through


My nights are filled with stars and lay mans eternity
Spinning endlessly through space, guessing at it's boundaries
And what the future holds, say a thousand years from now
I'll be sinking into soil or floating through the clouds
Haven't you found

That progress moves much faster than you?
Well It gets me down
'Cause my favourite theories all lack proof


But I hope you can hear me
I hope you can hear me
I hope I'm getting through

I hope you can hear me
I hope you can hear me
And I hope that you're there, too

• 1990s
• 1998
• Alternative
• Boolean
• Neo-Acoustic
• Horsham