On the Leyline, Waiting

We invent new words

Just, so that we can use them

There's shadows hanging over me now

It's on the leyline waiting

When the magic comes

And the shit subsides

Then you're on your way

And our ship sets sail

To the harbour cries

To the crossroads where

You make it sound so right

But for the kiss I'm missing

You're right it's hot and cold now

And that becomes our distance

When the magic comes

And the shit subsides

Then you're on your way

And our ship sets sails

To the harbour cries

On a leyline where

If I could find it in a shop

You know I'd have to buy it

Some people buy a church

But moribund will find them

When the magic comes

And the shit subsides

Then you're on your way

And our ship sets sail

To the harbour cries

To the crossroads where