good grassroots band from Brighton (I think...)
So I find myself among
The great Southwestern hills,
Running like a madman on the moor.
Let the sweet Atlantic rain
Wash away my ills,
The Men-An-Tol shone strangely in the storm.
I get the strangest feeling,
In the air around,
It's more than just a feeling,
A different way of seeing,
A different kind of life,
It's something I believe in
But in amongst the city lights,
The feeling's not so clear.
The neon lights and faceless eyes
Hide what I hold dear.
It's there to find if you have the mind,
But you don't live in fear of it.
I rest amongst what still remains,
of lives that passed before,
Lightning strikes the top of Zennor Tor.
I find myself amazed again,
At Man's pathetic score,
Years of knowledge wasted and ignored
I get this strangest feeling,
In the air around,
It's more than just a feeling,
A different way of seeing,
A different kind of life,
It's something I believe in
But here amongst the city lights,
The feeling's not so clear.
Faceless towers and neon signs
Hide what I hold dear.
It's there to find if you have the mind,
But you don't live in fear of it.
I get the strangest feeling,
It's something I believe in.
But here amongst the city lights,
The feeling's not so clear.
Faceless towers and neon signs
Hide what I hold dear.
It's there to find if you have the mind,
But you don't live in fear of it.
I get the strangest feeling,
It's more than just a feeling
A different way of seeing,
A different kind of life,
It's something I believe in.
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