Andy Poole - Reaching For John Dowland lyrics

Jonny imagined the wonderful sound Submarine sunk on the Thames by a cloud Indian brave in the planes of a mall Hunting the ground for the shortest return Away from here a miners' cage falls Dancing like rain off the face of the road Twisting and tearing wheel snakes in his hand Later is burned, tomorrow is burned Torching his alien blood in a forge Away from here the gunners raise a storm Here you waited for me Waited long on the outside Or the darkside or somethin Jonny was making the wonderful sound Searching the strings for a meaning No-one was there, there was no-one at all Alone in a huddle, smashing electrons Away from here a city eats itself alive