P.C. Keen Lyrics

So I find myself among
The brave south western hills
Running like a mad man on the moor!
Let the sweet Atlantic rain
Wash away my ills
The men-an-tol shone strangely in the storm
I get the strangest feeling in the air around
It's more than just a feeling
A different way of seeing
A different kind of life
.. something I believe in
Chorus
Here among the city lights
The feelings not so clean
Neon lights and faceless signs
Hide what I hold dear
But it's there to find if you have the mind
And you don't live in fear of it
I rest among what still remains
Of lives that passed before
Lighting strikes the top of zennor tor
I find myself amazed again
At man's pathetic score
Years of knowledge wasted and ignored
I get the strangest feeling in the air around
It's more than just a feeling
A different way of seeing
A different kind of life
Something I believe in
Chorus
I get the strangest feeling
It's more than just a feeling
Chorus
I get the strangest feeling
It's more than just a feeling
A different way of seeing
Something I believe in