Wired - New Model Army

At the witching hour we’ll be gone from here

When the snake-black roads are just about clear

Onto the hard-line dark horizon

Through the silver in the air

And if home is where the heart is

We’ll just keep going until we disappear

The moon rides high on a gunmetal sky

Blood of a river a mile wide

I am wired, I am wired, I am so wired

The moon rides high on a gunmetal sky

Blood of an ocean, rising tide

Into the wild, into the wild, into the wild

Sometimes I feel her with me

I feel her eyes upon my face

I feel her pulling me down in a tangle

Of sweat and hair and grace

For the only things worth wishing for

Are the ones that you cannot possess

The moon rides high on a gunmetal sky

Blood of a river a mile wide

I am wired, I am so wired, I am so wired

The moon rides high on a gunmetal sky

Blood of an ocean, rising tide

Into the wild, into the wild, into the wild

And in the shadows of the trees

You can see like an animal sees

You can gather up the stars like seeds

And through them back into the night