There is a cry

 

Pathfinder is how we remember Lucy

pathfinder all along was our Lucy

And the sound of letters

we wrote with cannonball pen

couldn't get us much better.

There's a cry outside my window

there is a cry inside my mind

it want to show

the rain you would find

in front and from behind.

We were just looking for flying Nokia

just wanted a simple hide

ears stood straight on the stalks

your voice drove New Years

out through the tunnel.

We lay very well on pillows made of peat moss

we lay very well

we lay very well

on pillows made of peat moss.

There's a cry outside my window

there is a cry inside my mind

it want to show

the rain you would find

in front and from behind.