These white tufts of your vapour trail
Have sprouted and taken root
It's like you're at the big shiny wheel
Where candyfloss is born and grows as the stick turns
Spinning out your vapour trail
I head north, stopping at stations with rainbow diesel stains
Singing accents of teenagers and hills
Not black but green, rolling out to sea
As you're spinning out your vapour trail
These people hold me and I hold them
These people hold me and I hold them
With these arms that reach beyond the grave
To the lives that grew from such embrace
I was cast as a bit player
Throwing hollow shapes on a hollow stage
As you're spinning out your vapour trail
Your people hold me and I hold them
Your people hold me and I hold them
You underline the sky with all you've left behind
Spinning out your vapour trail
These white tufts of your vapour trail
Have sprouted and taken root
When thrown in at the deep end
Friendship can be forced, fondness not so much
And I think we're there