The Tragically Hip - Silver Jet lyrics
[The Tragically Hip - Silver Jet lyrics]
There's a still in the night
A tuneless moonlight
Just the Ineed 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 Ineed 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
A tuneless moonlight
Just the Ineed 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 Ineed 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