Marty Willson-piper - Velvet Fuselage Lyrics
Looking on a thousand garments worn by priests on summer daysShallow pools of milky summer ripple past in different waysFacts or trickles, untrue words spill gleaming dust on dimpled landsTables full of glossy fruits with fingerprints from dirty handsHow can minutes whisperWhen clocks are always loudThe afternoon gets crisperA ginger witch, a velvet fuselageHow can I be growingWhen the sea has not returnedIf the skys not snowingA ginger witch, a velvet fuselageCooler than the secret planet fences separate the hillsOn she goes and bends the trenches, kills the colonel with her spellsGlassy nights have turned to thrillers, frightening the broken blackStreamlined like the best of killers, elbow twisted in a sackMust I sell our waterWhen creamy faiths inspiredThe coffee clowns are worried sickA ginger witch, a velvet fuselagePlan the reconstructionEvacuate your faceEstimate the damage causedA ginger witch, a velvet fuselageShe tries, she tries, she tries, she triesLooking on a thousand garments worn by priests on summer daysShallow pools of milky summer ripple past in different waysCooler than the secret planet fences separate the hillsOn she goes and bends the trenches, bends the colonel with her spells
