Over There

A day of general cold, wet horribleness. On the up-side it's payday and I've got loads of places planned to visit and photograph, but money and travel plans aren't much use if the weather insists on being shit.

So, for today, this is what a fence looks like. And this is what The Housemartins sound like.

The fence is long and high where we live.
You can't see the other side where they live.
I've spied with my little eye,
I've sighed with my little sigh
But it seems I've given all that I can give.

Is anyone there?
Here is the fence that they built
Over there
Is anyone there?
Here is the fence that hate built
Over there

This is the fence that turns one into two.
I want to break through but I'm through if I do.
I've tried with my little try,
I've cried with my little cry
But it seems that the gate holds the only clue.

Every hour I have to count to ten
And a thousand times I've thought again
But it seems I've given all that I can give.

Is anyone there?
Here is the fence that they built
Over there
Is anyone there?
Here is the fence that hate built
Over there