Pop Art Blue (feat. Martha Tilston)

Yeah we were running and how we were running Across the hills in the pop art blue Buzzards fly above the car Circling us as if they knew If I falter, If I falter Darling will you reel me in? If I lose it, If I lose it Will you remind where we've been? So we were climbing and how we were climbing The cartoon trees up to the sky As the sun dropped off the page Gold it flew into my eye Well it's all up from here. It's like I can taste opportunity near. I cut myself on barbed wire, getting wood for the fire I was too. busy staring at you... You... So then we were floating up, we were floating like particles into the night High above the factories We hitched a lift on a satellite Lover, will you spin me round? May we never fall back to ground Well it's all up from here It's like I can taste opportunity near I cut myself on barbed wire Getting wood for the fire I was too. Busy staring at you... Well it's all up from here It's like I can taste opportunity near I cut myself on barbed wire Getting wood for the fire I was too. Busy staring at you... I was too. Busy staring at you...(Falling into)(Getting wood for the fire) I was too. Busy staring at you...(Into your eyes)(Getting wood for the fire) I was too. Busy staring at you...(Falling into)(Getting wood for the fire) I was too. Busy staring at you...(Into your eyes)(Getting wood for the fire) You... (Falling in to) (Into your eyes) (Into your eyes) (Getting wood for the fire) (Getting wood for the fire) (Falling into) (Into your eyes) (Falling into) (Into your eyes)