آهنگ: Graham Coxon. Crow Sit On Blood Tree. Bonfires.

Bonfires in forests, lamplights in houses, all obscured
No cause for worry, no need to cry anymore
The skies become grey, but don't stay that way

The creatures you dream of, and friends that you think of, really care
So open your eyes now, and look to the skies now, they're all there
And trees are too shy to ever ask why