Song | Desert Flight |
Artist | Gazpacho |
Album | A Night At The Loreley |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I feel my way | |
Down the okra coloured day | |
And I found a way | |
To say goodbye to you again | |
A hundred thousand miles | |
I don’t know why we don’t explode | |
With all that fuel leaking out | |
We can be the first | |
Tie a ribbon all ‘round the world | |
We’ll make it a gift to us | |
From the start with a wind-flapped officer’s scarf | |
Like a ghost in the wind | |
All I want is to make it so | |
You depend on what I need | |
Still at 70 miles an hour | |
Daylight fading into dusk | |
Milky temple of the night in memory of your sweet delights | |
The cities that we fly by are like | |
Strangers waving from a train | |
Elevator trim the mirrors blink at every lighthouse point | |
You’re asleep inside of me | |
You can see the things that I can see | |
This is everybody’s way and every day | |
We control ourselves as every night | |
Our hearts pound like devil drums | |
I don’t know how they don’t explode |
I feel my way | |
Down the okra coloured day | |
And I found a way | |
To say goodbye to you again | |
A hundred thousand miles | |
I don' t know why we don' t explode | |
With all that fuel leaking out | |
We can be the first | |
Tie a ribbon all ' round the world | |
We' ll make it a gift to us | |
From the start with a windflapped officer' s scarf | |
Like a ghost in the wind | |
All I want is to make it so | |
You depend on what I need | |
Still at 70 miles an hour | |
Daylight fading into dusk | |
Milky temple of the night in memory of your sweet delights | |
The cities that we fly by are like | |
Strangers waving from a train | |
Elevator trim the mirrors blink at every lighthouse point | |
You' re asleep inside of me | |
You can see the things that I can see | |
This is everybody' s way and every day | |
We control ourselves as every night | |
Our hearts pound like devil drums | |
I don' t know how they don' t explode |
I feel my way | |
Down the okra coloured day | |
And I found a way | |
To say goodbye to you again | |
A hundred thousand miles | |
I don' t know why we don' t explode | |
With all that fuel leaking out | |
We can be the first | |
Tie a ribbon all ' round the world | |
We' ll make it a gift to us | |
From the start with a windflapped officer' s scarf | |
Like a ghost in the wind | |
All I want is to make it so | |
You depend on what I need | |
Still at 70 miles an hour | |
Daylight fading into dusk | |
Milky temple of the night in memory of your sweet delights | |
The cities that we fly by are like | |
Strangers waving from a train | |
Elevator trim the mirrors blink at every lighthouse point | |
You' re asleep inside of me | |
You can see the things that I can see | |
This is everybody' s way and every day | |
We control ourselves as every night | |
Our hearts pound like devil drums | |
I don' t know how they don' t explode |