Starlings over Brighton pier What do they know, what do they hear? They'd block out the sun If there was one Like iron filings upon the page Gathered around leaders I see faces that melt and flow Old man's eye-caves Starlings over Brighton pier Who do they follow? Greater than the sun Of each and every one Shifting weight from heel to toe Ducking and diving There is a bigger thing going on They play their part in They take me away from this place In a rush and spinning grace They take me away from this place From the buzzing of half remembered fails Starlings over Brighton pier What do they know, what do they hear? They'd block out the sun If there was one They take me away from this place In a rush and spinning grace They take me away from this place From the buzzing of half remembered fails Yeah the buzzing of half remembered fails From the sting of paper cut trails Yeah the sting of paper cut trails