Hanging in the Wire (Demo)

Davey, see the mist rise
Over no man's land
Davey sees in front of him
A smashed up waste-ground
There are no fields or trees
No blades of grass
Just unburied cocky ghosts
Hanging in the wire

Davey hangs in the wire
Limbs pointing upwards
There are no birds singing
'The White Cliffs of Dover'
There are no trees to sing from
Davey cannot hear the wind
Far off, a symphony
Do you hear the guns beginning?

Davey's in the mist rising
Over no man's land
In the battered waste-ground
The big guns firing