Down by the river where the factories lie
And the West Gate stretches across the sky
I've lived North and I've moved South
But I always return to the river mouth
Out from the city all the secrets pour
Through the pipes that we laid a hundred years ago
Love and ruin in the strianing wells
Rags and bodies and teeth and gold
A woman of science in the tower above
A laboratory, a labor of love
There she worked while the war waged on
Never to marry or she'd lose it all
When I was young I never knew
That I'd be brought back here to you
No stranger thing than how we're drawn
Back to the place from which we're from