New Model Army, 1989 все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

The roll of distant thunder breaks,
The afternoon of silence wakes,
They hurry through from Petergate as if they know this dance.
In fury blind, I drive at night across the moors, the open roads,
Beneath the freezing starry skies, racing in some trance.
These cities are illusions of some triumph over Nature's laws,
We've seen the iron carcass rust and buildings topple into dust.
And as the waters rise, it seems we cling to all the rootless things,