How did I not realise that it was Kate Bush was singing over the credits at the end of The Golden Compass? Was it maybe because I was coping with a grouchy seven-year-old who had fallen asleep on my arm and then announced loudly: "That was the worst movie ever! It was only ten minutes long!"
You can listen to Kate Bush's Lyra right here which is what I am doing right now.
Where are our lives
If there is no dream
Where is our home
I love Kate Bush and was thinking about her this week because of coming across the Puppini Sisters's absolutely whackadoo rendition of her classic Wuthering Heights.
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy.
Come home. I'm so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.