Land's End - Bat For Lashes

Well the winter it came, my love

And I did not know my own name

So I drove down that old country road

And the spirits conjured something

Grey clouds over storms did roll

And I searched for you in the cyclone

For my love, I will bleed

And I drive till I set myself free

To land’s end

Oh, oh

To land’s end

Oh, oh

To land’s end

Ask a soothsayer and old men wives

Where the witches burnt for all our lies

Past the motorways and city lights

That my soul be free and spirit fly

To land’s end

Oh, oh

To land’s end

Oh, oh

To land’s end

To land’s end