Sad victim of the overground Talisman I wear against my heart She knows she’s not the first to shed some light on me She knows she may well be the last
I’ve heard some rumours of a world outside Beyond the circle of her arms Strange legend of a race for time Make-believe world of false alarms
Who are we? Who are you to tell us? Who are we? Who are you to tell us Take a look at yourselves
I met Dave Kenyon at South Hill Park, Bracknell in the early 70s. We kicked some stuff around in the studio there – I don’t have any tapes at this point – and he had a fragment of a song (basically the last part of this lyric and a tune IIRC). I worked on it later in the form that eventually got recorded here, roughly, but I lost touch with him before that. If you’re out there, Dave, get in touch!
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