Panorama BC // Skiing mini Pillows in the Taynton Bowl

Man, it's strange that I feel like a fugly There's a stranger in my soul I'm a lost and transient in a lonesome city Can't come in from the cold But deep in action on a secret mission Contact's broken down Time drags by, I'm above suspicion There's a voice on the telephone Yeah, yeah, yeah But surely stuck in this clockwork city Contact's never gonna show I've got a code which can't be broken My eyes never seem to close Well, I'm standing here in this silent city Shadows falling down I'm disconnected but I don't need pity The night's gonna burn on slow Yeah, yeah, yeah Now, ain't it funny that I feel like a fugly A stranger on a foreign shore Well, I got my plans and I must move quickly There's a knock upon the door Still intransient and I'm close to danger My cover can't be blown It's getting strange and it's getting crazy Tell me what is going on Yeah, yeah, yeah Four o'clock and now there's moving Six o'clock and the day luster Morning comes and let's be moving on Damn, that wasn't good