The Horn The Hunt - Old Town Cow lyrics

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