Pop Art Blue - Zero 7, Martha Tilston

Yeah we were running and how we were running

Across the hills in the pop art blue

Buzzards fly above the car

Circling us as if they knew

If I falter, If I falter

Darling will you reel me in?

If I lose it, If I lose it

Will you remind where we’ve been?

So we were climbing and how we were climbing

The cartoon trees up to the sky

As the sun dropped off the page

Gold it flew into my eye

Well it’s all up from here.

It’s like I can taste opportunity near.

I cut myself on barbed wire, getting wood for the fire

I was too.

busy staring at you…

You…

So then we were floating up, we were floating like particles into the night

High above the factories

We hitched a lift on a satellite

Lover, will you spin me round?

May we never fall back to ground

Well it’s all up from here

It’s like I can taste opportunity near

I cut myself on barbed wire

Getting wood for the fire

I was too.

Busy staring at you…

Well it’s all up from here

It’s like I can taste opportunity near

I cut myself on barbed wire

Getting wood for the fire

I was too.

Busy staring at you…

I was too.

Busy staring at you…(Falling into) (Getting wood for the fire)

I was too.

Busy staring at you…(Into your eyes) (Getting wood for the fire)

I was too.

Busy staring at you…(Falling into) (Getting wood for the fire)

I was too.

Busy staring at you…(Into your eyes) (Getting wood for the fire)

You… (Falling in to)

(Into your eyes)

(Into your eyes)

(Getting wood for the fire)

(Getting wood for the fire)

(Falling into)

(Into your eyes)

(Falling into)

(Into your eyes)