Lyrics High Down - Grasscut

High Down

Starlings circle the phone mast
High above the wooden boy
If they’re not telling you don’t ask
To colour in your black & white
Drive straight on at the bypass
Soon to leave a skin behind
Rabbit eye mirror the skylark
You in yours, and me in mine
Cameras over the high down
Fly above the iron age
Time to capture the place now
And save it for another day