Mid Air Collisions - The Crimea

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