Falling - Kevin Walsh/Ross Croll/Sue Robertson
A circle of stones greets me
Mist all around like a shroud
A band of ancient warriors
Standing so tall and proud
As I venture into that circle
The stones begin to scream
Am I caught in some weird ritual
Or trapped in a terrifying dream
Then suddenly I'm falling
Tumbling through space
I feel as if I'm travelling
To a very different place
Now I find myself surrounded
By a horde of kilted men
Must be the cast of an historic movie
Filming in this Highland Glen
But no
It seems that I've been falling
To an age long long ago
For those clansmen brandish weapons
Clearly not for show
At first this seems enthralling
But this feeling doesn't last
As I realize that I could be
Ensnared forever in the past
Forever in the past
Forever in the past
Forever in the past
