Bell X1 - Amelia lyrics
[Bell X1 - Amelia lyrics]
I'd say life's a different story
When you're facing certain death i wonder
"Did they kick back when they
Knew the game was up?"
Static on the radio ain't no
Soundtrack for this end
Stick on a bit of Wagner, and we'll go down
Let's see if we skim
Maybe there's no time for
Grand exit's and pause
Twisting of propellers chopping at the froth
And as she turned to Fred
She saw the fear in his eyes
And whatever was between them was heavy
In the last word he said: Amelia
Or, maybe they went on to
Grow oranges and pears
On their own island, Amelia and Fred
She'd dance for him in the evenings
As the red sun fell
He'd sit there smiling up at her thinking
"This is just swell take me now"
Some say she resurfaced as a Tokyo Rose
Talking on the radio, telling sweet lies
But remember when the farmer asked
"Have you flown far?"
She just smiled back at him and said
"I've come from America"
Amelia
Time has cast it's shadow the
Story lost it's legs
Our favourite missing person still
Rears her head not on a milk carton
Just some bones on a beach
That just might be a tall
White girl called Amelia
It's just like flying
When you're facing certain death i wonder
"Did they kick back when they
Knew the game was up?"
Static on the radio ain't no
Soundtrack for this end
Stick on a bit of Wagner, and we'll go down
Let's see if we skim
Maybe there's no time for
Grand exit's and pause
Twisting of propellers chopping at the froth
And as she turned to Fred
She saw the fear in his eyes
And whatever was between them was heavy
In the last word he said: Amelia
Or, maybe they went on to
Grow oranges and pears
On their own island, Amelia and Fred
She'd dance for him in the evenings
As the red sun fell
He'd sit there smiling up at her thinking
"This is just swell take me now"
Some say she resurfaced as a Tokyo Rose
Talking on the radio, telling sweet lies
But remember when the farmer asked
"Have you flown far?"
She just smiled back at him and said
"I've come from America"
Amelia
Time has cast it's shadow the
Story lost it's legs
Our favourite missing person still
Rears her head not on a milk carton
Just some bones on a beach
That just might be a tall
White girl called Amelia
It's just like flying