A hundred weeks with you in bed.
Writing post cards to ourselves.
We got a thousand things to do,
As the war ton spitted blue
Were just lying here instead.
At a million miles an hour
As you lead me to the edge
Were out of space and out of time
Out of site and out of mind.
Nothing but feathers in our hands.
And their barking at your heels.
The spraying on your nose
And the loning that you serve.
Leaves us spinning you in awells
When were waiting for a wonder and stealing all your thunder
And the lighting strikes that wakes you
Lets you break out of the cage
And take over the stage and shout
Out as loud as you need to
Falling down on eners road
At a million miles an hour
As you leave me to the erch