Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Often Herd
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Niles Krieger
Songwriter
Rupert Hughes
Songwriter
Lyrics
A gull passes by, beneath November's sky so cold
A face stuck between the old and the scene that’s starting to unfold
Where fear dares to tread, watching instead from the blankets of night
All those lives inclined, twitching their blinds to the new age light
A Crow sings along to the song of the church bell chime
On top of the hill, in the still of the night, the big lamp shines
Words lost in ears, time found in fears of old men come and gone
Brick satellites threaten to rhyme with the cobbles once so strong
We’ve been afloat for days, falling and calling on those daring to seek
The ecstasy that’s been hidden ‘neath the boats that creek and turn the other cheek
Hard times await in the wake of the last cruise line
On top of the hill, in the still of the night, the big lamp
The smog and the steel no longer conceal this paradise
A crow sings along to the song of the church bell chime
On top of the hill, in the still of the night, the big lamp shines
Written by: Niles Krieger, Rupert Hughes
