Ceiling Roses-The Blue Aeroplanes

Ceiling Roses - The Blue Aeroplanes Ok a decision was always What do I have to do with it? Remember the sky's like a ceiling Away from the usual rose Death's light in a room For an unclear picture You could tear up anyway Some people's faces are always More than beautiful In spite of everything I'm sure There's no point being told this, because Set apart the world in verse Speed backward to a better tone The sky which darkened over houses And bright light covered us We covered it all beautifully All promises turn to bar talk Set those fibs in a straight line You know you look intransigent, cold To think you have a rodeo heart Rein it and it's true Your own cruel thought To a drunken conclusion I know, I know I know I have all to do with it Nothing to do with it When we wake up We'll be somewhere else I can promise