8.Old Town Cow
High in the moors beyond the hum
Of telephones and powerstations
I dig a hole to find the sky
To find the man I'll wrap him in skin and hide
Red is the flame I paint inside his shadow
We look for grey, we look for white
The bleakest landscape here
Those eyes of the North Atlantic
Break the ice with a mighty stare
I've been you arm, I've been your barn
And I'll be your farm with good transport
And when you blink to see right in
Behind the figures from your schoolyard
They'll watch your feet tip-toe around
Their broken hearts tossed in the traffic
And in the wind I'll sing along
I'll pull the old town cow in
No one is coming
I will cleave the light on just so you can stay awake
Stay awake, stay awake
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