| Song | Reaching for John Dowland |
| Artist | Big Big Train |
| Album | English Boy Wonders |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Jonny imagined the wonderful sound | |
| Submarine sunk on the Thames by a cloud | |
| Indian brave in the planes of a mall | |
| Hunting the ground for the shortest return | |
| Away from here a miners’ cage falls | |
| Dancing like rain off the face of the road | |
| Twisting and tearing wheel snakes in his hand | |
| Later is burned, tomorrow is burned | |
| Torching his alien blood in a forge | |
| Away from here the gunners raise a storm | |
| Here you waited for me | |
| Waited long on the outside | |
| Or the darkside or somethin | |
| Jonny wasmaking the wonderful sound | |
| Searching the strings for a meaning | |
| No-one was there, there was no-one at all | |
| Alone in a huddle, smashing electrons | |
| Away from here a city eats itself alive. |
| Jonny imagined the wonderful sound | |
| Submarine sunk on the Thames by a cloud | |
| Indian brave in the planes of a mall | |
| Hunting the ground for the shortest return | |
| Away from here a miners' cage falls | |
| Dancing like rain off the face of the road | |
| Twisting and tearing wheel snakes in his hand | |
| Later is burned, tomorrow is burned | |
| Torching his alien blood in a forge | |
| Away from here the gunners raise a storm | |
| Here you waited for me | |
| Waited long on the outside | |
| Or the darkside or somethin | |
| Jonny wasmaking the wonderful sound | |
| Searching the strings for a meaning | |
| Noone was there, there was noone at all | |
| Alone in a huddle, smashing electrons | |
| Away from here a city eats itself alive. |
| Jonny imagined the wonderful sound | |
| Submarine sunk on the Thames by a cloud | |
| Indian brave in the planes of a mall | |
| Hunting the ground for the shortest return | |
| Away from here a miners' cage falls | |
| Dancing like rain off the face of the road | |
| Twisting and tearing wheel snakes in his hand | |
| Later is burned, tomorrow is burned | |
| Torching his alien blood in a forge | |
| Away from here the gunners raise a storm | |
| Here you waited for me | |
| Waited long on the outside | |
| Or the darkside or somethin | |
| Jonny wasmaking the wonderful sound | |
| Searching the strings for a meaning | |
| Noone was there, there was noone at all | |
| Alone in a huddle, smashing electrons | |
| Away from here a city eats itself alive. |