Tomb for Rockets

(Garden gates we're talking over) (Blades of grass are upright daggers) Pilot speaks, announces solemnly "We've just lost another wing" 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