Silver Jet

There's a still in the night, a tuneless moonlight

Just the I-need-you-and-here's-whys of snoring Gords and Cheryls

There's a heron outside, in violet light

There's an urge to go, a shadow, a heightened air of peril

Your heart jumps to

And my heart jumps too

I think to myself "I don't really know my heart"

As you whisper "me too"

A silver jet roars overhead

Rocks the nocturne all everglade and grey sheers

A silver jet, so far off already

Fought the hot spurs off all the way to Cape Spear

It's quiet again, when a car like Big Ben

The radio dopplering, for all you Gregory Peck fans

Let Us Now Praise Famous Men

To take some pressure off the wonderous to fight and

Your heart jumps to

And my heart jumps too

As if the Wolves of Northhumberland themselves

Were rumoured to be en route

A silver jet, way overhead

You're an archipelago, a satellite, a green star

A silver jet, so far off already

With your I-need-you-and-here's-why flying to the next part

Your heart jumps to

And my heart jumps too

I'm thinking to myself "packing is a secret art"

And as you whisper "me too"

A silver jet roars overhead

A silver jet, flying to the next part

A silver jet, so far off already

A silver jet, a satellite, a green star

A silver jet, way overhead

A silver jet, evergladed grey sheers

A silver jet, so far off already

A silver jet, Clayqout sound to Cape Spear