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