You’re not the wedding dress
It’s the ghost of Valentine past
And the moon makes you an exclamation mark
We’ll hung upside down
On the climbing freeze
I handstand on the bandstand
And you’re the right way around again

And we forgot to move the hostage walls
Helicopter scannin’ the rooftops

You’re a bad influence on a good boy
I accepted the invitation to the voyage
Now forensics dust for prints in my room
They’re [bad word] my final moments on BBC2
Tell the stars are holes in the galaxy’s ceiling
Where heaven shines through every evening
Don’t know where exactly this path is finished
She’s a distance damsel, what does that make me then?

We forgot to move the victim is
Helicopters bliss each time we stress
It’s a mess
For then you’re cutting my dear wedding dress

I’m afraid they told her they’ve got us around here
And through the door she enter
Wants the hostages out [bad word] the tear gas, [bad word] the turn
We have [bad word] one
We’ve [bad word] each other

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