"Constellations Echo Lanes" lyrics

Dust of football fields still rising to a cardboard moon
Wreaths of dark linoleum are sailing to the moon

Tea at The Refectory then your fingers start to freeze
As the nights draw in and we drift like smoke

Wet nights rise, birds all night
Calling from the downs
Wind, flowers bloom, empty rooms
Walls turn into flowers

And inside you something changed, something falling away

Constellations echo lanes, the pylons and the still parade
Constellations echo lanes, the pylons and the still parade
Constellations echo lanes, the pylons and the still parade
Constellations echo lanes, the pylons and the still parade
Constellations echo lanes, the pylons and the still parade

Constellations echo lanes, the pylons and the still parade