The Aircrash Bureau - Gary Numan

Hello, I’m the aircrash bureau

I bet you’re so surprised to see me

I could specialize in rumors

I’ll send shivers up your spine

Pilot, back, I need my squadron

I was flying before D-Day

Now I’m warning you of falling

I’ll tell you when you’re going down

Sometimes I get these questions

It reminds me of the skin game

We used to stand around on corners

Saying «Well, here we are again»

So now she motions closer

Now that’s what I call romance

Someone’s calling me but vaguely

You need the feeling, not the man