Where the moon lay upon it's 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
Out into pitch black Where the moon lay upon it's 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 Explain Request ×
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