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.

High Down

Taken from the 2010 album, 1 Inch: ½ Mile

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