Mid Air Collisions

When I woke up this morning there was blood on my hands
There’s a look in your eye that could start Vietnam
Rain is falling but there isn’t a cloud in the sky
Watch the pink flamingos go in search of summertime
Only Ghosts can have mid air collisions
Christmas cracker jokes worn, cigarette paper thin
This is my ultimatum to Laura Palmer
UFOs can have outer body experiences
The river of life, I saw the river of life
Within those fuck-me eyes
Imagined orchestras dictate the music of our hearts
Trembling in unison, echo back from the stars
Smile if you love winter, making angels in the snow
Each unique flake a miracle, a fragment of our souls
Only Ghosts can have mid air collisions
Christmas cracker jokes worn, cigarette paper thin
This is my ultimatum to Laura Palmer
UFOs can have outer body experiences
The river of life, I saw the river of life
Within those fuck-me eyes
There’s a place for people like you
Called last in the human race
Seek and destroy all you hold close to your
Heart held together by sellotape
That’s my boy follow the trickle of blood
That’s my boy follow the river of pain
Only Ghosts can have mid air collisions
Christmas cracker jokes worn, cigarette paper thin
This is my ultimatum to Laura Palmer
UFOs can have outer body experiences
The river of life, I saw the river of life
Within those fuck-me eyes