Letras
you're surfing the tide
I'm waving from the inside
You're standing outside
with me, for me, among them
this red nose is aching
whenever you leave
the red nose, the life-support
the servant, the thief
my oh my this plane is crashing down again
my only friend the one who bends
leaves with a kick.
My oh my don't stop the engine
your on edge it's clear but let me mention dear
the house we're 'bout to hit.
How could I possibly forget
The house we're bout to hit.
So if there's a saviour save me still
when these hands can't bend to their will.
