| Song | Landfall |
| Artist | Big Big Train |
| Album | Goodbye to the Age of Steam |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| “People don’t understand,” | |
| that is what you say to yourselves | |
| as you nibble away | |
| at our rights, our freedoms, | |
| spending far too long in the dark | |
| all alone | |
| with your mandate for power, | |
| for ruling, such as it is. | |
| It’s enough for ruin. | |
| All we have is unreal. | |
| Nothing so unwritten is safe | |
| insecurity and power | |
| is a force to be feared. | |
| Seems it’s an impossible thing | |
| to be open | |
| and cover your backs | |
| from those who put you there | |
| in the place that is your home. | |
| To scorn our deepest fears | |
| and take it on themselves | |
| to take it all and do it in our names. | |
| This land is so afraid. | |
| For in the fading light | |
| this land, in time may fall. | |
| Plant some reality here. | |
| here into the front of my home | |
| if they take you apart | |
| have to fight for yourselves. | |
| Funny how it’s always the same | |
| it don’t matter who’s holding | |
| the key to the garden. | |
| The limit of my understanding is reached. | |
| Ten years on from the day they broke down the line, | |
| red man Arthur was proved right all along. | |
| Loose your big train of thought | |
| take it to a wall with some writing: | |
| “question authority” | |
| and then it says “why?” | |
| What we have to say to ourselves | |
| as we marvel at all of the facts | |
| and the figures at the fingertips | |
| of the men in power. |
| " People don' t understand," | |
| that is what you say to yourselves | |
| as you nibble away | |
| at our rights, our freedoms, | |
| spending far too long in the dark | |
| all alone | |
| with your mandate for power, | |
| for ruling, such as it is. | |
| It' s enough for ruin. | |
| All we have is unreal. | |
| Nothing so unwritten is safe | |
| insecurity and power | |
| is a force to be feared. | |
| Seems it' s an impossible thing | |
| to be open | |
| and cover your backs | |
| from those who put you there | |
| in the place that is your home. | |
| To scorn our deepest fears | |
| and take it on themselves | |
| to take it all and do it in our names. | |
| This land is so afraid. | |
| For in the fading light | |
| this land, in time may fall. | |
| Plant some reality here. | |
| here into the front of my home | |
| if they take you apart | |
| have to fight for yourselves. | |
| Funny how it' s always the same | |
| it don' t matter who' s holding | |
| the key to the garden. | |
| The limit of my understanding is reached. | |
| Ten years on from the day they broke down the line, | |
| red man Arthur was proved right all along. | |
| Loose your big train of thought | |
| take it to a wall with some writing: | |
| " question authority" | |
| and then it says " why?" | |
| What we have to say to ourselves | |
| as we marvel at all of the facts | |
| and the figures at the fingertips | |
| of the men in power. |
| " People don' t understand," | |
| that is what you say to yourselves | |
| as you nibble away | |
| at our rights, our freedoms, | |
| spending far too long in the dark | |
| all alone | |
| with your mandate for power, | |
| for ruling, such as it is. | |
| It' s enough for ruin. | |
| All we have is unreal. | |
| Nothing so unwritten is safe | |
| insecurity and power | |
| is a force to be feared. | |
| Seems it' s an impossible thing | |
| to be open | |
| and cover your backs | |
| from those who put you there | |
| in the place that is your home. | |
| To scorn our deepest fears | |
| and take it on themselves | |
| to take it all and do it in our names. | |
| This land is so afraid. | |
| For in the fading light | |
| this land, in time may fall. | |
| Plant some reality here. | |
| here into the front of my home | |
| if they take you apart | |
| have to fight for yourselves. | |
| Funny how it' s always the same | |
| it don' t matter who' s holding | |
| the key to the garden. | |
| The limit of my understanding is reached. | |
| Ten years on from the day they broke down the line, | |
| red man Arthur was proved right all along. | |
| Loose your big train of thought | |
| take it to a wall with some writing: | |
| " question authority" | |
| and then it says " why?" | |
| What we have to say to ourselves | |
| as we marvel at all of the facts | |
| and the figures at the fingertips | |
| of the men in power. |