SKY BURIAL AT WARTON CRAG    

Strip it back to the earth, back to the bone
Disconnect your mind, your soul and your 'phone
Paradise lies down that beaten road
Savour that condor moment alone

You could be as Zen as the shopkeeper in Mr Benn
Shake it up and take it, shake it up and take it higher

Over the rooftops, over the crags
Light up the beacons, burn all the flags
Tear down the bunting fading to rags
Wipe clean all the memory banks

You could be as Zen as the shopkeeper in Mr Benn
Shake it up and take it, shake it up and take it higher

Live to fly on another day
Dine out for a week on Henry Jay
"Get down you arsehole" and show me the way
To soar up to that higher plane

You could be as Zen as the shopkeeper in Mr Benn
Shake it up and take it, shake it up and take it higher

Take it to the top it's a rock and a hard place
Up in the air, back to the stone face
Picking on bones, bring it back down
What goes around will come around
Paradise is a long way to go
The rain pours down on the Old Coach Road
I can move any mountain
Weave runes to rain like a fountain
One day we could be clever
Like Rainbirds change the weather
To make the rain pour down on me
To make the sun shine out of me