Fly Boy Blue / Lunette Lyrics - The Take Off And Landing Of Everything - Elbow

It's a lethal ballet 

Air traffic congestion 

I'm having a baby 

Second thoughts, scotch, dinner 

And someone's dancing on the box 

A former MP 

And no one was watching 

My oldest friends are a serious habit 

Fly boy blue, so bring your faces home, 

To my sweet trampoline 

And acres of crash site love 

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Someone's dancing on the box 

A former MP 

And no one was watching 

My oldest friends are a serious habit 

Fly boy blue, so bring your faces home 

To my sweet trampoline 

And acres of crash site love 

Presidential delays 

Suppose I'm just lucky 

I'm having a shindig 

Me, Red Bob and the ivory host 

And someone's shouting on the box 

A chinless prefect gone Godzilla 

My newest friends have forgotten my name 

But so have I, so far so good and home 

You and me trampoline and oceans of crash site love 

What can be said of the cigarette smokes 

A prop for a joke or a mark on the clock 

If I stopped would the bus ever come 

Would the dawn ever kiss me, forgiven me, knowing what's done 

Would the drivel make scribble make sense and then song 

Would the woodbines denied black another man's lungs 

Perverse as it may sound I sometimes believe 

The tip to my lips just reminds me to breathe 

What can be said of the whiskey and wine 

Random abandon or ballast for joy 

That was scuppered with trust, little more than a boy 

And besides I'm in excellent company 

I'm reaching the age when decisions are made 

On life and liver and I'm sure last ditch 

That'll I'll ask for more time 

But mother forgive me 

I still want a bottle of good Irish whiskey and a bundle of smokes in my grave 

But there isn't words yet for the comfort I get 

From the gentle lunette at the top of the nape of the neck that I wake to 

And where are the words for the leap in my chest 

When mischief appears either side of the scar on your nose 

Made by a rose thorn, so you claim 

By a rose thorn