Текст: Teenage Fanclub. Songs From Northern Britain. Planets.

We're going over the country
And into the highlands to look for a home
We're leaving nothing behind us
And no one will find us when we're on our own

I feel the planets surround me, they gather round me

We're moving out of the city
We'll pack up the case and make for the road
Where flowing rivers will bind us
Where shadows will find us, now we're on our own

I feel the planets surround me, they gather round me
I feel the planets surround me, they gather round me