Pole Moor

In loving memory of Carla Bamforth
And Heidi, daughter of the above
Died April 5th, 1897
Of Dirker, Marsden, aged seven months
We held her for fifteen minutes
Long enough to give her a name
And then a raven dressed in a white gown came and took her away

Does hope exist so it can be taken?
Does sweetness lie in a chord of death?
The mobile phone tower blinks on Pole Moor
She put the palе thing to her breast
Saw her transformеd into a stranger
As she sat in the neon glow
And where she was, I just couldn't reach her
Something quietly got up to go

You carve inscriptions, make sure it happened
You give things names or they never were
Her mother said that there was a history
Both of her sisters hadn't gone full-term
You think to you it'll never happen
And if it did, how could you live?
And these electric trams and buses
Built on the bones of tragedy

It's so easy to think that nothing will change
It's so easy to think that nothing will change
It's so easy to think that nothing will change
It's so easy to think that nothing will change

Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na na
Na na na, na na na

It's so easy to think that nothing will change
It's so easy to think that nothing will change