Yeah, we are running and how we are 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 drops 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 caught myself on barbwire, 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 caught myself on barbwire
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 caught myself on barbwire
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 into, 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