Places States Engines of Desire Explanations If I were still there I could explain to you who I really was Fear There's nothing here for me, just the dull roar of the engines winding down at the end of the day Memories Frustrated Love tears over the Twin Turntables spin like rotors rippling Memories Sleep roar Helicopters sound like deep trance of Explanations An oil rig a return from the an escape from the clarity of work engine the rotors tearing the air and shaking Elemental States me Processes Dominate to sleep and I awake to the sound of fuel being dumped to the watery mountains to the grey light reflecting in the North Sea