Hanging In The Wire - Demo

Davey, see the mist rise over no man's land
Davey sees in front of him a smashed up waste-ground
There are no fields or trees, no blades of grass green
Just unburied cocky ghost hanging in the wire

Davey hangs in the wire, limbs pointing upwards
There are no birds singing "The White Cliffs of Dover"
There are no trees to sing from, Davey cannot hear the wind
Far off, a symphony
Do you hear the guns beginning?

Davey's in the mist rising
Over no man's land
In the battered waste-ground
The big guns firing



Credits
Writer(s): Polly Jean Harvey
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