Pop Art Blue

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)