Tonight we'll go out and look for the place

Where the first time for everything was

It isn't there anymore

Once stood monoliths

Proud as any long barrow in the hills

They are not there anymore

Only cursed new build

Tomorrow they come to demolish the past

Even the steel and the concrete and glass

All we can do is to stare at the place where they used to stand

What a waste land

Ever since they burned down the flats

I've been making a list

Of the things I need to re-buy

But it's the feeling like you know where you are

On which you can't put a price

Tower blocks built on lay lines

May be structurally unsound

Making way for your prefab hell

Our grey haven was razed to the ground

Tomorrow they come to swallow the past

Even the steel and the concrete and glass

All we can do is to stare at the place where they used to stand

Our waste land

Tonight we'll go out and look for the place

Stone circles still remain

One thousand years, no change

But they're throwing the streets away