Hanging In The Wire [Demo]
Polly Harvey
Davey see the mist rise
Over no man's land
Davey sees in front of him
A smashed up waste ground
There are no fields or trees
No blades of grass, green
Just unburied cocky ghosts
Hanging in the wire
Davey hangs in the wire
Limbs pointing upwards
There are no birds singing
The white cliffs of Dover
There are no trees to sing from
Davey cannot hear the wind
Far off symphony
To hear the guns beginning
Davey's in the mist
Rising over no man's land
In the battered waste ground
The big guns firing