Terminal Velocity
When we first fell through the skies
It was the greatest thrill of my life
You and me only
The G Force holding us tight
Felt like my first time on a horse
At the age of eight
The smell of hay
The smell of fresh air
A loss of control
My fear of heights
The wind in my hair
Claire was never sure about you
I thought that she was just bitching
But when we got hitched she still came down
And she's the one sitting here now in jodhpurs
As I'm lying in my hospital gown
Terminal velocity
Terminal relationship
Church chapel wedding
Crown court ending
Tears on my pillow
With no one to wipe them
I couldn't move my arms
For a week and a half
You said her perfume was a new Eau De Cologne
But you lost the sample bottle
You drove me down her street
CD blasting
Engine at full throttle
Craning your neck to check if her light was on
They made a plaster of Paris cast of my impression
In the damp damp damp soil
It's in a gallery on the Left Bank and you're the artist
This is your invention
I drank too much wine at the freefall convention
My liver's still bruised
But it's mine to choose
Before the cables were cut
You tried to blow me up but weren't able
I smelt the gas as I stepped in from the stables
I'm erasing all the things you meant to me
I've ripped out your shoddy carpentry
Your pool table
Your bagel maker
Our bed frame and your surname
The Power of Love was our favourite song
First it made me sing and now it makes me weep
Last week I jumped again with Denise
One twenty mph to peace
When the chute released
It was the greatest thrill of my life
You and me only
The G Force holding us tight
Felt like my first time on a horse
At the age of eight
The smell of hay
The smell of fresh air
A loss of control
My fear of heights
The wind in my hair
Claire was never sure about you
I thought that she was just bitching
But when we got hitched she still came down
And she's the one sitting here now in jodhpurs
As I'm lying in my hospital gown
Terminal velocity
Terminal relationship
Church chapel wedding
Crown court ending
Tears on my pillow
With no one to wipe them
I couldn't move my arms
For a week and a half
You said her perfume was a new Eau De Cologne
But you lost the sample bottle
You drove me down her street
CD blasting
Engine at full throttle
Craning your neck to check if her light was on
They made a plaster of Paris cast of my impression
In the damp damp damp soil
It's in a gallery on the Left Bank and you're the artist
This is your invention
I drank too much wine at the freefall convention
My liver's still bruised
But it's mine to choose
Before the cables were cut
You tried to blow me up but weren't able
I smelt the gas as I stepped in from the stables
I'm erasing all the things you meant to me
I've ripped out your shoddy carpentry
Your pool table
Your bagel maker
Our bed frame and your surname
The Power of Love was our favourite song
First it made me sing and now it makes me weep
Last week I jumped again with Denise
One twenty mph to peace
When the chute released
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Head
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