Testo: Waldeck. The Night Garden. Slowly.

Slowly
Disconnection makes it?s way, between us
Our affection drifts away to cleave us
Restitution falls away
Slowly

Slowly
Twisted information sliding by me
Mental alienation meaning surely
Your mind behind the firewall will elude me

Slowly
Disconnection

Slowly
Your hundred mile long arms
Will reach out to me
The two halves will ever be two