Texty: Killing Joke. Outside The Gate. Unto The Ends Of The Earth.

In bleak and empty places we can watch from a greater distance
- the credulous delighting in every nation

Don't lose your sense of humour, entertain the wildest thoughts
We can walk for miles and miles without seeing anybody
Some country rare and blessed away from this confusion
No message for the masses only you and me

The long winter is coming and instinct is telling me to fly towards the south

I want to be in a place of beginnings, not endings!

Forget all your belongings - leave the city, come unto the ends of the earth with me

All our friends and relatives fell for neatly packaged policies
And we shuddered at the headline, newsflash of the tensions in the Middle East

You know as well as I do detente can't last forever
Or overpopulation
Me? I'd rather watch

Peace of mind is my priority

The long winter is coming and instinct is telling me to fly towards the south

I want to be in a place of beginnings, not endings!

Forget all your belongings - leave the city, come unto the ends of the earth with me