Aerials
She's a theory that's written in the stars,
A heart full of chemicals and liquids in her eyes,
But, now it's over the glass under the wheel,
The darkest way to terrify, the nicest way to steal.
We were always hidden by the lights,
So glamorous spontaneous with pupils dry and white,
But the, nights are old and the, faces cold it's, always the same,
Someone change everything for tonight.
Oh, heaven waits for everyone,
Oh, heaven doesn't seem to reach the sun,
Aerials, Aerials, Aerials, Aerials.
Oh, heaven waits for everyone,
Oh, heaven doesn't seem to reach the sun,
Aerials, Aerials, Aerials, Aerials.
Marching band with a signal or a lie,
The capricorns and silhouettes will swoop as if to die,
But the bravery meets the, uncertainty, when the clock flashes forward,
Simplest of touches are gone.
Making beds in the east and then the west,
Faintest sense nostalgia isn't lucky or a help,
If the home is gone, and the love is lost,
Every, single time anyone called you back in.
Oh, heaven waits for everyone,
Oh, heaven doesn't seem to reach the sun,
Aerials, Aerials, Aerials, Aerials.
A heart full of chemicals and liquids in her eyes,
But, now it's over the glass under the wheel,
The darkest way to terrify, the nicest way to steal.
We were always hidden by the lights,
So glamorous spontaneous with pupils dry and white,
But the, nights are old and the, faces cold it's, always the same,
Someone change everything for tonight.
Oh, heaven waits for everyone,
Oh, heaven doesn't seem to reach the sun,
Aerials, Aerials, Aerials, Aerials.
Oh, heaven waits for everyone,
Oh, heaven doesn't seem to reach the sun,
Aerials, Aerials, Aerials, Aerials.
Marching band with a signal or a lie,
The capricorns and silhouettes will swoop as if to die,
But the bravery meets the, uncertainty, when the clock flashes forward,
Simplest of touches are gone.
Making beds in the east and then the west,
Faintest sense nostalgia isn't lucky or a help,
If the home is gone, and the love is lost,
Every, single time anyone called you back in.
Oh, heaven waits for everyone,
Oh, heaven doesn't seem to reach the sun,
Aerials, Aerials, Aerials, Aerials.
Credits
Writer(s): Nick Moon, Scott Hislop, Tom Lowe
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