Silver Jet

There's a still in the night, a tuneless moonlight
Just the I-need-you-and-here's-whys of snoring Gords and Cheryls
There's a heron outside, in violet light
There's an urge to go, a shadow, a heightened air of peril

Your heart jumps to
And my heart jumps too
I think to myself, "I don't really know my heart"
As you whisper, "Me too"

Silver jet roars overhead
Rocks the nocturne all everglade and grey sheers
Silver jet, so far off already
Fought the hot spurs off all the way to Cape Spear

It's quiet again, when a car like Big Ben
The radio dopplering, for all you Gregory Peck fans
Let Us Now Praise Famous Men
To take some pressure off the wonderous to fight and

Your heart jumps to
And my heart jumps too
As if the Wolves of Northhumberland themselves
Were rumoured to be en route

Silver jet, way overhead
You're an archipelago, a satellite, a green star
Silver jet, so far off already
With your I-need-you-and-here's-why flying to the next part

Your heart jumps to
And my heart jumps too
I'm thinking to myself, "Packing is a secret art"
And as you whisper, "Me too"

Silver jet roars overhead
Silver jet, flying to the next part
Silver jet, so far off already
Silver jet, a satellite, a green star
Silver jet, way overhead
Silver jet, evergladed grey sheers
Silver jet, so far off already
Silver jet, Clayqout Sound to Cape Spear