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