Doves

Doves
Kingdom Of Rust
I hear a sound above
A sound above my head
The distant sound of thunder
Booming out on the moor
Blackbirds they flew ahead
Into the cooling towers
I packed my bags fast
Thinking of one of those hours
With you
Waiting for you
My god
It takes an ocean of trust
In the Kingdom of Rust
I longed to feel
Some beauty in my heart
So I go searching
Right to the start
The road back to Preston
Was covered all in snow
So I went looking