Artist: The Tragically Hip
Song: silver jet
There's a still in the night, a tuneless moonlight
Just the, I need you and here's whys
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 too and my heart jumps too
I think, to myself "I don't really know my heart?
And as you whisper 'me too'
Silver jet roars overhead rocks the nocturne
All everglade and gray sheers
Silver jet, so far off already, fought the hot spurs off
All the way to Cape Spear
It's quiet again when a car like Big Ben
Radio dopplerin' and for all you Gregory Peck fans
Let us now praise famous men
To take some pressure off the wondrous to fight' and
Your heart jumps to and my heart jumps too
As if the wolves of North humberland themselves
Were rumored to be en route,
Silver jet, way overhead
Yer an archipelago, a satellite, 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 too and my heart jumps too
I'm thinking, to myself, 'packing is a secret heart'
And as you whisper, 'me too'
Silver 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, everglade gray sheers
Silver jet, so far off already
Silver jet, Clayqout Sound and Cape Spear
