Bell X1 - Blue Lights On The Runway (2009) by Bell X1 (보컬) on maniadb.com

She was only just a girl in a picture
But he thought if I could only make her smile
Then she'd be mine
He'd folded it, re-folded it so many times
He'd already lost some of her to the creases
Precious pieces
He wondered how close he's ever been to her
In this ebb and flow of the distance between us
Maybe she got the same bus
And he left a trail of string wherever he went
When he was sleepin', he tied it to his toe
If she crossed it, then he'd know

But he knew
That all was unravelling
And he was bare
Stripped of his skin
Like the ribs of a broken umbrella
Sticking out of a bin

He'd pull his collar up against the wind
Against those who said that trying was the first step to failing
Oh he was railing
And filled with newfound purpose and pride
He'd make something of this heady glow
Now where would she go?

But what do I know
Cos all was unravelling
And he was bare
Stripped of his skin
Like the ribs of a broken umbrella
Sticking out of a bin

But he knew how to fix it, Dear Liza, Dear Liza
With time's great elixir, Dear Liza, Dear Liza

She was only just a girl in a picture
But he thought if I could only make her smile
Then she'd be mine
Oh the thought of being faced with her
Give him the fear and sometimes in the morning a tent
Oh lord give him strength

Cos he knew
That all was unravelling
And he was bare
Stripped of his skin
Like the ribs of a broken umbrella
Sticking out of a bin

My tongue is scaling the north face of the neck
And we're glaring like warriors
But I've a feeling you won't look at me that way
In the morning

Cause lately you seem less sure of this thing
You're like Bambi on ice
And there's something in the flash of your arms
A certain longing

Kick the can
I can see you now
Behind that temper and ire
Mister Wolf knows what time it is
He says "It's dinner time!"

I don't know what you're carrying
Or how your heart is wired
But there's a dangerous ticking
I cut the red one
No, the blue one
I cut the red one
No, the blue one
I cut the red one

I cut the red one
I cut the blue one
Raking over the embers and what I come across
Raking over the embers and what I come across

Is that you
Combing your hair?
And is that me
Eating an egg?

And I'll be there
I'll be there
I'll be there
Like John Boy is there

My tongue is scaling the north face of the neck
And we're glaring like warriors
But I've a feeling you won't look at me that way
I've a feeling you won't look at me that way
I've a feeling you won't look at me that way
In the morning

Is this how it goes?
These two final throws?
Is this how it goes?
These two final throws?

I am the defector
And you’re the farmer’s daughter
You been teasing us farm boys
Till we start talkin’ about those rabbits, George
Oh won’t you tell us ‘bout those rabbits, George
I am the defector
I give it what it need
Let’s make a new world order
Let’s make it rhyme
You’re the chocolate at the end of my Cornetto
I love the way your underwire bra
Always sets off that Xray machine
Comin’ into land and
Now I love the colour of it all
Blue lights on the runway
I love the colour of it all
I am the defector
‘Cause someone stirred my soul
With that great big stick of hers
Kinda looks like an oar
The accountants have taken the movie
Yeah, they’re on set
The people from the mobile phone company
Say who gets to play and who gets to not
You’re a picture of the check out girl
Hand me a plastic bag
I got the sweats trying to open it
As it all piles up, I wish I didn’t bite my nails
Comin’ into land and
Now I love the colour of it all
Blue lights on the runway
I love the colour of it all
Getting ready to spill my guts and
I love the colour of it all
To the waitress on roller skates
I love the colour of it all
Oh the colour of it all
I am the great defector
So I must affect an air
Of a man who’s maybe seen too much
But still just manages to care
Still you’re the chocolate at the end of my Cornetto
I love the way your underwire bra
Always sets off that Xray machine
Comin’ into land and
Now I love the colour of it all
Blue lights on the runway
I love the colour of it all
Getting ready to spill my guts and
I love the colour of it all
To the, to the waitress on roller skates
I love the colour of it all
Oh the colour of it all
Waitress on roller skates
Waitress on roller skates (Love the colour of it all)
Waitress on roller skates
Waitress on roller skates
Waitress on roller skates
Waitress on roller skates (Love the colour of it all)
Waitress on roller skates
Love the colour of it all
Love the colour of it all

I should know my time and place
I'm Tuesday's child without the grace
Bring your canary, bring your flame
There's a rich seam of windy in my coal mine

We're just blow ins on the storm of time
Yeah, we're just stopping for a while

Bucket of water to separate
Those horny dogs of church and state
God of ego, God of lies
Pushes us to the corner of our own lives

We're just blow ins on the storm of time
Yeah, we're just stopping for a while

I am the magpie when all's shiny and new
I can't help myself, I pick a pocket or two
And if all time was but a day
We'd show up around midnight and say hey

'Cause we're just blow ins on the storm of time
Yeah, we're just stopping for a while

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 exits 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 its shadow; the story lost its 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...

Is this room getting smaller or is it just me?
I pace myself, brace myself, trying not to breath
Oh, these walls are closing in on me like the Death Star bin
Oh, that'll learn me, that'll squeeze out all the sin

This world is bearing down on me like a fish-eye lens
And when it comes down to it, do I have any real friends?
How long were those monkeys typing to make all Billy's work?
I've some way to go yet, I'll finish this one first
Something's gotta give

I'm a failing restaurant, all expectant and sad
With one eye on the door, playing cards out the back
I'm love me, love me, love me, I'm a small bit of a prick
I got the meat sweats from this realpolitik

Sometimes I can see you shining in the night
There's Polly and Gillian and your man in the big suit
Spitting out confetti that wallops with a kiss
And I'm left thinking

I wanna be a better band
I wanna be a better band
This is it, what are you crying for?
This is it, were you expecting more?
This is it, what are you crying for?
This is it, were you expecting more?

I wanna be a better band
This is it, what are you crying for?
This is it, were you expecting more?
This is it, what are you crying for?
This is it, were you expecting more?

I wanna be a better band
I wanna be a better band, oh
I wanna be a better band
I wanna be a better band, oh
And shoot fire from my hands
Fire from my hands
Shoot fire from my hands

You're so pretty and I'm so lame
You're ever changing, I stay the same
You give good sermon, I say bad grace
My food for the soul it leaves a bad taste

You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell
Never left my head, I've no story to tell
You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell
Never left my head, I've no story to tell

I was doing fine when I was breastfed
I blame it on the milkman on my deathbed
Yeah, I was doing swell when I was breastfed
Pasteurize, homogenize, he said

You've got convictions, I've got fence arse
I'm nowhere near the cliff but I can see the drop
I'm all sound and fury, I'm smoke without fire
I see your watermark when I hold you to the light

You're so pretty, I'm so lame
Cleanliness is closer to godliness they say
Well now what does that mean?
If you can be God, well I can be clean

I was doing fine when I was breastfed
I blame it on the milkman on my deathbed
Yeah, I was doing swell when I was breastfed
Pasteurize, homogenize, he said

You're so pretty and I'm so lame
You're so pretty and I'm so lame
You're so pretty and I'm so lame
You're so pretty and I'm so lame

You're so pretty and I'm so lame
You're so pretty and I'm so lame
You're so pretty and I'm so lame
You're so pretty and I'm so lame

I was doing fine when I was breastfed
I blame it on the milkman on my deathbed
Yeah, I was doing swell when I was breastfed
Pasteurize, homogenize, he said

The dog-eared Disprin in your handbag
A gathering of crumbs and twenty fags
I'd steal some chewing gum, a few stray coins
I'm sure you noticed but didn't much mind

H-oh
And so it goes
H-oh

Here I am, in the condiment aisle
I'm worried about my basil from Isreal and new world wine
I need to lose these poses, reset my charms
To when I left the factory in your arms

Singing h-oh
H-oh
And so it goes

But the words on the page start to swim
As light catches your face, you're smiling
This must be what all the fuss is about

H-oh
H-oh
H-oh

You're trying to talk to me, all grateful and smiles
I'm glued to the TV, giving one-word replies
It's small and shameful, it's a poor show
Beat myself up on the way home and go crying to my girl

And so it goes
Yeah, so it goes
Yeah, so it goes

But the words on the page start to swim
As light catches your face, you're smiling
This must be what all the fuss is about

But the words on the page start to swim
As light catches your face, you're smiling
This must be what all the fuss is about

A safe pair of hands
A reason to stand
Some guns to stick to
Rational demands

Come on now ladies
They won't fertilise themselves
Get into the ball game
Let's clear those shelves

That's what I read in that Sunday magazine
The anvil is falling, falling on your head
You're just picking your knickers from your arse
Like you're playing a one stringed harp
Like you're playing a one stringed harp

Like Wily Coyote
As if the fall wasn't enough
Those bastards from Acme
They got more nasty stuff

Salt in my wounds
Sticking in the boot
We're all bulimic
But keep forgetting to puke

That's what I read in that Sunday magazine
The anvil is falling, falling on your head
You're just picking your knickers from your arse
Like you're playing a one stringed harp
Like you're playing a one stringed harp

Chalk it up, and write it down

The hand of history
is clawing at my back
The Iron Fist of she
cuping at my sack

Grip is tightening
My voice is heightening
This orange alert
is beginning to crack

That's what I read in that Sunday magazine
The anvil is falling, falling on your head
You're just picking your knickers from your arse
Like you're playing a one stringed harp
Like you're playing a one stringed harp

Chalk it up, and write it down