The View from Stow Hill

[Verse 1] How did this town get so old The air I breathe feels so heavy and cold Always caught in between The capital and the 'other' country Always caught in between The river and the valley [Verse 2] You can still see the bullet holes You can still sense a little hope Crushed dreams And the martyrs too Silent - ghostly - still so confused [Chorus] Look up to the skies Avoid the casual litter Running from the pitiful nihilism The misguided tweets The sad Facebooking Cheapness surrounds me But I'm not looking [Instrumental break] [Chorus]