Out into pitch black Where the moon lay upon its back Driving deep into the throat of the countryside
Strapped tight into Centre of scene Starry open attic night
No headline hits happen here About what do I write So sad the pull I feel Is a push into out of sight
Hard not to look behind when there's something On your back On your soul On your mind Let time pass by Circles fly Time can wet and roll a Tear from the eye
Strapped tight into Centre of scene Starry open attic night
No headline hits happen here About what do I write So sad the pull I feel