Summer Moors

You used to say that this town was built in a wrong place

I could always feel something was strange – such a strong taste

You were so much in love with her that it drew you away

To chasing shadows out across the moors on an August day

So follow them down past the church where she lies

Pennistone Fell and the path to the skies

They only said that you’d gone again

Maybe this time not coming back

Just another setting sun

Lost to the world, lost to the world

You were always trying to understand where the heart goes

With the ghosts rushing through the grass as the wind blows

You were so much in love with her that it drew you away

For what is real and what is make-believe – well, who is to say?

So follow her down past the stone where she lies

Penistone Fell and the path to the skies

They only said that you’d gone again

Maybe this time not coming back

Just another setting sun

Lost to the world, lost to the world