Absinthe from Reign by Voice Of The Rain

Marching bands throw coloured paper cardboard floats process
Balloons and badges copper children part time majorettes
But I'm not going to the carnival though I have nothing else to do

And in my room these distant voices can't help me forget
The feel of absence dreaming absinthe smoking cigarettes
For I'm not going to the carnival all my thoughts attuned to you

I've always said that it doesn't bother me
But solitude has the means to throw you
Are the chance that was never offered me

Makes me think of smiling faces lazy afternoons and ticker tape
But in my room these hazy ideas seem to lose their shape
For I'm not going to their carnival all my thoughts are tuned to you

I've always said that it doesn't bother me
But solitude has the means to throw you
Are the chance that was never offered me
Now it seems I will never know you

I've always said that it doesn't bother me
Solitude has the means to throw you
Brings to mind wasted possibilities
Words never said when they might have shown you

I will never know you

• 1990s
• 1993
• Alternative
• Boolean
• Neo-Acoustic
• absinthe
• Horsham