Blue Aeroplanes Growing Up Growing Down
Wake up this morning to say good night againGive me
your sleeping hand
Shake up your clothes, mine
Say: Coffee?
Say: A letter for you
Say: Rescue me
Have a heart, child
We're only adults busing in here
And working
There are worse things than words, you know
But you wouldn't believe it to hear some people talk
Wake up, it's Christmas morning
All the parents are gone and the children aren't here
yet
Say: Have a drink, and
Say: Open this one first
Say: Duty calls
Have a heart child
Roughing is the hard part
There are worse things than words, you know
But you wouldn't believe it to hear some people talk
And I will talk to you if I can
And I will talk to you if I can
And if I can, then you can talk to me
Well, wake me up to go to sleep again
Wake up, there's been a hit-and-run
Broken glass everywhere
Say nothing, it's obvious what's going on here
Say: This street's never been the same since Kennedy
died
Have a heart, child
You weren't even born.
There are worse things than words, you know
But you wouldn't believe it to hear some people talk
So wake up and let me tell you
When are we gonna see the big bright tonight, huh?
Say: Now what would it give you the wine and me and
water
Have a heart child
Who thinks I'm driving?
There are worse things than words, you know
But you wouldn't believe it to hear some people talk
And I will talk to you if I can
And I will talk to you if I can
And if I can, then you can talk to me
Ah, wake up, wake up to the morning nausea
Wake up to death in life
Wake up to being another mother, child
Say: If this is life give me breakdancing
Say: If this is art give me television
Say, child
Do you think we should have a heart to heart?
There are worse things than words, you know
But you wouldn't believe it to hear some people talk
And I will talk to you if I can
And I will talk to you if I can
And I will talk to you if I can
And I will talk to you if I can
And if I can, then you can talk to me
