Hands
Of The Hunter - Annabel Lamb
There
is a light in the distance that's burning so bright
There
is a light in my lover's eye that's burning tonight
We're
looking for a safe place or someone who will hide us
There
isn't anything to fear except what is behind us
There's
a chill in the air and you can feel it
There
is danger in the air if you dare to believe it
Take
this blade from the hands of the hunter
There
is a woman on the radio who called to say
She's
packing up her children's things
She's
moving away
She's
looking for a safe place but I don't think she'll find one
It's
not that it's a hateful world
It's
clearly not a kind one
There's
a chill in the air...
There
is a light over London
Where
the faithful have flown
There
is a thundering silence in the terminal zone
We're
looking for a miracle but I don't think we'll find one
We're
looking for religion, I think that's all