PJ Harvey - 10 Hanging in the Wire | Текст песни

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• 10 Hanging in the Wire

Walker sees the mist rise
Over a no-mans land.
He sees in front of him
A smashed up waste-ground,
There are no fields or trees,
No blades of grass.
Just unburied ghosts are there,
Hanging in the wire.

Walker's in the wire
Limbs point upwards.
There are no birds singing
"The White Cliffs Of Dover",
There are no trees to sing from.
Walker cannot hear the wind -
Far off, a symphony.
D'ya hear the guns beginning?

Walker's in the mist, rising
Over no-mans land.
In the battered waste-ground
The big guns firing.