Lyrics and Music: A. Phillips

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Starlings circle the phone mast

High above the wooden boy.

If they're not telling you don't ask

To colour in your black & white.

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Drive straight on at the bypass,

Soon to leave a skin behind.

Rabbit eye mirror the skylark,

You in yours, and me in mine.

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Cameras over the high down

Fly above the iron age.

Time to capture the place now, 

And save it for another day.