Tomb For Rockets
Feng Suave
Garden gates we’re talking over
Blades of grass are upright daggers
Pilot speaks, announces solemnly
We’ve just lost another wing
Then speed, altitude, local time, weather conditions
Oh, I think my night is on a collision course with dawn
Oh, somebody push a button that will stop the world
I'm getting off
All I wanna do is pretend we’re islands in the tub
Baby, you can even hold me under
Maybe we could roll the windows down and turn it up
Play all the songs that you’ve ever loved
See, everyone’s exactly where yesterday we left them, dear
All expressionlessly dining in artificial lighting still
All turn to me, they must think I'm their new friend
But I'm already elsewhere in my head
Please, somebody pull a lever that will stop the world
I'm getting off
All I wanna do is pretend we’re islands in the tub
Baby, you can even hold me under
Maybe you could roll the windows down and turn it up
Play all the songs that you’ve ever loved
We can talk about everything you want when I'm short of words
Fly a kite in the evening
You better believe it
This time we’re gonna live
What’s the use of looking up?
Heaven’s just a tomb for rockets
All the garden gates we’re talking over
Blades of grass are upright daggers
What’s the use of looking up?
Heaven’s just a tomb for rockets
All the garden gates we’re talking over
Blades of grass are upright daggers