Air Marshal Landing Bourgeoisie
Oh, I must be getting lonely
I might be getting tired
I'm spinning with my records on
We danced a mighty tango
But I was stepping on your shoes
I left your feet black and blue
Oh, I'm reading too much fiction
The hero always wins
You know before the story ends
I was reading your diary
I didn't know it then
The winter freezes summer friends
Death Cab said when the summer sees its end
We will shed our summer skin
You will dance back to where you came from
I'll be pale, pasty white again
I'll be pale, pasty white again
You will dance back to where you came from!
Around our little town, we all know
What goes ‘round, comes around
And ‘round the seasons spin to try to usher in
All the changes, but let's face it, some things never change!
Death Cab said when the summer sees its end
We will shed our summer skin
You will dance back to where you came from
I'll be pale, pasty white again
All those words you whispered in my ear drum
Mean nothing now, meant nothing then
You will dance back to where your came from
I'll be pale, pasty white
