From the recording Cradle Hill (Come Touch The Sky) (2025 Remaster)
Copyright © 1983, 2009 Brian J. McMullan & Brian A. McMullan. Revised and remastered in 2025,
Lyrics
Warminster night, something is in your skies
I'm watching the LITS, seeing the visions fly.
They're coming in fast, they're coming in oh so low.
I'm watching the gods put on a twilight show.
We don't want contact, they said.
We don't need contact, they said.
We don't want contact with you.
A leap in the dark, a sample of what's to come.
Leaving no mark, nothing to overcome.
You question the lights, the answers are always lies.
Warminster night, something is in your skies.
We don't want contact, they said.
We don't need contact, they said.
We don't want contact with you.
