You used to say that this town was built in a wrong place. I could always feel something was strange. such a strong taste. You were so much in love with her that it drew you away. To chasing shadows out across the moors. on an august day. So follow them down past the church where she lies. Pennistone fell and the path to the skies. They only said that you'd gone again. Maybe this time not coming back. Just another setting sun. Lost to the world lost to the world. You were always trying to understand where the heart goes. With the ghosts rushing through the grass. as the wind blows. You were so much in love with her that it drew you away. For what is real and what is make-believe. well who is to say?. So follow her down past the stone where she lies. Penistone fell and the path to the skies. They only said that you'd gone again. Maybe this time not coming back. Just another setting sun. Lost to the world lost to the world