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 

inviolate 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" 

and as you whisper 'me too' 

a silver jet roars overhead 

rocks the nocturne all everglade 

and grey sheers 

silver jet, so har off already 

ya fought the hot spurs off all the way 

to Cape Spear 



it's quiet again 

when a car like Big Ben 

it's radio dopplerin' 

'...'and for all you Gregory Peck fans... 

-Let Us Now Praise Famous Men- 

to take some pressure off all 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 

yer an archipelago, a satllite, 

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 heart' 

and as you whisper, 'me too' 

siler 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