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 pa** 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
is a push into out of sight