Our engineer had a different idea From people who nearly died but survived, Feeling no fear of leaving their bodies here, And went to a room that was… - Kate Bush

We raise our hats to the strange phenomena. Soul-birds of a feather flock together.

I hid my yo-yo In the garden. I can't hide you From the government. Oh, God, Daddy — I won't forget...

I look at you and see my life that might have been your face just ghostly in the smoke. They're setting fire to the cornfields as you're taking me home. The smell of burning fields will now mean you and here.