Over the Wire Lyrics

Behind all the rusting cranes, in the lengthening shadows of the Empire days
There's a world that waits, but it's not needed . . .
In the teeming rows behind the goal yelling for blood on the pitch below;
Where does all the passion go when it's not needed?
Over the wire, and into the darkness . . .

Come evangelists of the Grand New Age proclaiming the future that they stole,
Condemning the things they can't control - just like the priests before;
And now I can hear them call the ghosts of the 1914-18 war . . .
Where do all the innocents go when they're not needed?
Over the wire and into the darkness . . .

And the dawn it will come like blood across the sky,
Not the way that you think, not the way that you dream . . .
In the silence of God, in the fullness of time,
Like blood across the sky - the dawn it will come - the dawn it will come . . .

All still, like the pitshafts and the two-mile-down where they buried their hearts;
Where does all the loyalty go when it's not needed?
In the plastic seats behind the goal yelling for blood on the pitch below;
Where does all the passion go when it's not needed?
Over the wire and into the darkness . . .