Aeroplanes

I remember the time with you on the station We were dancing on tile it was cold, I was barefoot It was her TV show, it was our celebration It's criminal to let these things go by There was light coming in, like windows on aeroplanes It was church afternoon, we were ready for something We are mourning for good, we are laughing at evening Slowing down It's criminal to let these things go by My friends will all be famous This world cannot contain us We'll be first time going out and going out again going out... What a relief We're all okay What a relief We're all okay My friends will all be famous, famous This world cannot contain us, contain us We'll be first time going out and going out again It's criminal to let these things go by...