Summoning something for separating

A solid union that's worth re-breaking

Punches with fall to form

(A black eyed sunset)

A wide awake call to the farthest line

(Running in circulation)

A wide awake call to the finest line

(Running in circulation)

Ache to fall awake with one hand in wet sand

One hand in Dover

I span the channel

To harbour a piece of land

(Wrapped in smokestacks)

A wide awake call to the farthest line

(Running in circulation)

A wide awake call to the finest line

(Running in circulation)

A wide awake call to the farthest line

(Running in circulation)

A wide awake call to the farthest line

(Running in circulation)

Punches will fall to form

Harbour a piece of land

Summoning someday and all that it sends

Running your fingers through all the loose ends

With it so neatly ties

A blinding sunrise