The glow of the city hangs over the moor
There's smells in the air like I never knew before
In the city they're sleeping or watching TV
There's nobody up here except you and me
We cut the chain on the gate
Came up on the moor to uncover our fate
Your head is resting on my shoulder
As we watch the satellites passing over
The lights of the city are twinkling below
A million homes but no place to go
The wingbeats of birds you don't see
Are the fanfare announcing a new way to be
The fog's getting thick and the city has gone
We're alone for the night in our bleak empty home
The welcoming bog will be our wedded bed
We'll sink to the bottom and lay down our head
Morning will come and the fog disappear
No-one who passes will know we were here
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