There were months with engines  In case the silence came.  They took the quiet hand  That waited  at my throat away.  The cold percussion  Of all these man-made things  The rhythmic scream of trains  that automate  the life in things    But I never wanted  To see the timely rain  To know precisely how  the chemistry  in feeling drains  I ask no sinewave cycles  And no repeats  from time  I cant see answers in  the accidents that chaos finds    I should have seen it  amidst the broken things  That lost their meaning when analysis was everything  There is no voice of Venus amidst the steel and grey  And Im impatient for the things that make me move again    I should have seen it  but it s a different sky  all the stars are in the wrong place at the wrong time  There is no voice of Venus amidst the steel and grey  And Im impatient for the things that make me move again    From the album "Passenger"  further info at jordanreyne dot com