Hide up high by the landslide

Sirens don't make it to Heysham

This time of year empty time of day

Drain away the maze OK



No one needs to say a word

Burn the M6 and forget the world

Nothing underneath the dark sky needs to

Pull you down or kill the sound of



The good you make

It's a word you say

There are some times that you save me

It's a soundwave shape

It's a myth you break

There are some times that you save me



Digging down deep for the answers

Dropped my tears in the Cherwell

In the name of you and your whispering moves

And your point of view



No one needs to come around

I sang myself high back to town

Nothing underneath the dark sky needs to

Pull you down or kill the sound of



When the legion of plasticine men floods the sky

I hold on tight

You'll find me in one of your famous trees

It's all I need