So I find myself among
The brave Southwestern hills
Running like a madman on the moor
Let the sweet Atlantic rain
Wash away my ill's
Men-An-Tol shone strangely in the storm
picked
I get the strangest feeling
In the air around
It's more than just a feeling
A different way of seeing
A different kind of life
Something I believe in
But in amongst the city lights
The feeling's not so clear
Faceless signs and neon lights
Hide what I hold dear
It's there to find if you have the mind
And you don't live in fear of it
I rest among what still remains