Hide up high by the landslide  Sirens don't make it to Heysham  This time of year empty time of day  Drain away the maze OK  No one needs to say a word  Burn the M6 and forget the world  Nothing underneath the dark sky needs to  Pull you down or kill the sound of  The good you make  It's a word you say  There are some times that you save me  It's a soundwave shape  It's a myth you break  There are some times that you save me  Digging down deep for the answers  Dropped my tears in the Cherwell  In the name of you and your whispering moves  And your point of view  No one needs to come around  I sang myself high back to town  Nothing underneath the dark sky needs to  Pull you down or kill the sound of  When the legion of plasticine men floods the sky  I hold on tight  You'll find me in one of your famous trees  It's all I need  ©1998 Emm Gryner (SOCAN/ASCAP). All rights reserved.