Over The Wire

Behind all the rusting cranes, in the lengthening shadows of the Empire days

There's a world that waits, but it's not needed

In the teeming rows behind the goal - yelling for blood on the pitch below;

Where does all the passion go when it's not needed?

Over the wire, and into the darkness . . 

Come evangelists of the Grand New Age proclaiming the future that they stole

Condemning the things they can't control - just like the priests before;

And now I can hear them call - the ghosts of the 1914-18 war

Where do all the innocents go when they're not needed?

Over the wire and into the darkness . . 

And the dawn it will come like blood across the sky

Not the way that you think, not the way that you dream

In the silence of God, in the fullness of time

Like blood across the sky - the dawn it will come - the dawn it will come

All still, like the pitshafts and the two-mile-down where they buried their hearts;

Where does all the loyalty go when it's not needed?

In the plastic seats behind the goal yelling for blood on the pitch below;

Where does all the passion go when it's not needed?

Over the wire and into the darkness . .