There's a still in the night
a tuneless moonlight
just the I-need-you-and-heres-why of
snorin Gords and Cheryls
there's a heron outside
inviolate light
there's an urge to go, a shadow,
a heightened air of peril
your heart jumps to
and my heart jumps too
I think to myself, 'I dont really know my heart.'
and as you whisper, 'me too'
a silver jet roars overhead
rocks the nocturne all everglade n' grey sheers
silver jet, so far off already
ya fought the hot spurs off all the way to Cape Spear
it's quiet again
when a car like Big Ben
it's radio dopplerin' '...' and for all you
Gregory Peck fans...
Lyrics-Let us now praise Famous Men-
to take some pressure off the wondrous to fight' and
your heart jumps to
and my heart jumps too
as if the Wolves of Northumberland
themselves
were rumored to be en route
silver jet, way overhead
yer an archipelago, a satellite,
a green star
silver jet, so far off already
with your I-need-you-and-heres-why
flying to the next part
your heart jumps to
and my heart jumps too
Im' thinking to myself,'packing,
is a secret heart'
and as you whisper, 'me too'
silver jet roars overhead
silver jet flying to the next part
silver jet so far off already
silver jet, a satellite, a green star
silver jet way overhead
silver jet evergladed grey sheers
silver jet so far off already
silver jet Clayquot Sound to Cape Spear
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