Perfect Plan

I was born by the side of the runway

Suitcase in hand

I was sent to the edge of the daybreak

To be a new man

I was born by the side of the motorway, side of the runway

Suitcase in hand

I was sent to the edge of the cliff face, to find my escape

My perfect plan

I hear the sirens starting a new day

(Call me a doctor, call me a priest)

And we’re falling in and out of time

I awoke in the middle of a nightmare,

The valentines funfair

The sinking sand

And with your last look I got the meaning

Your silence was screaming

Loves in demand

The village idiot is drunk at the party

The peoples poet

Would never understand

And as we tip toe on the edge of this cliff face

You turn and whisper

My perfect plan

I hear the sirens starting a new day

(Call me a doctor, call me a priest)

And we’re running in and out of time

I can’t believe it used to haunt me

(Call me a doctor, call me a priest)

And it’s all that matters to me now.