William Doyle - Pretty Pylons текст песни

pretty little pylons all in a row
they don't even know which way the western wind blows
if I tried to fly up to the fallen sky
I think I'd get caught in a telephone wire

you climbed so high to see what you could detect
but it shocked you off, what did you expect?
you tried and tried but that electric flow
kept running through the pylons all in a row