song opens to a reading of two girls singing by iain crichton smith so on the bus through late november running by yellow lights tormented darkness falling the two girls sang for miles and miles together and it wasn t the words or tune it was the singing it was the human sweetness in that yellow the unpredicted voices of our kind long time ago watched it roar the billowing black towering smoke and our hearts did beat oh they pounded loudly but we didn t speak we just stared not a word just silence struck upon our tongues and heaven heaved a sigh out from its lungs umm umm umm
['scottish rock']