Lyrics and Music: A. Phillips
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.
Drive straight on at the bypass,
Soon to leave a skin behind.
Rabbit eye mirror the skylark,
You in yours, and me in mine.
Cameras over the high down
Fly above the iron age.
Time to capture the place now,
And save it for another day.