Lyrics

Phoenix
Setting sun
Pyramid
Children run
Brass
Trumpet
Sand
Bury

da da ...

Fairest
Golden ones
Fearless
Children run
Glass
Buildings
Flash
Hurry

da da ...

Teenagers
Small village
England
Nowhere to hang
Too young for the pub
So they hang out in the bus shelter
The villagers complain
You’re making too much noise
And they take the bench away

So they sit on the cold cement floor
And watch me walk by
Again and again
Foreheads closed
Talking tough, smoking
And shivering in the rain

Tower
Stone upon stone
Workers
Spiral below
Move
Rumble
Explosion
Music

da da ...

I talk to the bus driver
The grocer
The minister
The teacher
The pub-owner
The sweeper
These kids are damaged goods they say
I talk to the anvil maker
The blacksmith
The warriors
The queens
Looking for my brother’s keeper

It’s a downward spiral
And the more the villagers fear
The more they reject
And the more they reject
The more hurt, confused
Angry, belligerent and louder
The teenagers the children get

Children
What do you need
To feel safe?

Finally they trust me
They watch for me every day
We sit on the cold cement floor
They’ve got so much to say

they say: da da ...

Michael
Marshall
Caitlyn
Ciara
Caointiorn
Tearlag ** (SOTOMA: ‘r’ has reversed accent - ´ over it)
Llewelyn
Brianag

Oh, has anyone ever told you how beautiful
Told you how needed
All you know is something is wrong
Well, hold on to your song
Because in this Babel of darkness
A new music
A new language
Is being born