Concorde

The last dinner on the Concorde plane

A cheap limerick void of all refrain

A lost myth in the dead of night

Tells me it’s gonna be alright

Open your mouth

You god damn

Fallacy

You’re the place where my dreams

Go to lie empty ..

Open your heart

To the canine hovering

Over it

Just a bite

Bound to beat the taste

You

It’s you I hold on to

You

It’s you who colours me blue

Oo

It’s you who keeps me

True

You

It’s you who colours me blue

The last dinner on the Concorde flight

Softened blows of all the dark nights

The sharp barks and the painful bites

Well the healing wounds tell me I’m alright

Open your mouth

You god damn

Fallacy

You’re the place where my dreams

Go to lie empty ..

Open your heart

To the canine hovering

Over it

Just a bite

Bound to beat the taste

You

It’s you I hold on to

You

It’s you who colours me blue

Oo

It’s you who keeps me

True

You

It’s you who colours me blue