Lirama

Hey Eugene, this is Henry McClean
And I've finished my beautiful flying machine
And I'm ringing to say
That I'm leaving and maybe
You'd like to fly with me
And hide with me, baby

Isn't it strange
How little we change?
Isn't it sad we're insane?
Playing the games that we know end in tears
The games we've been playing for thousands and thousands and thousands...

Jumped in to his cosmic glider
Pulled his plastic collar higher
Light the fuse and stand right back
He cried "This is my last goodbye"

Point me at the sky and let it fly (3x)

And if you survive till two thousand and five
I hope you're exceedingly thin
For if you are stout you will have to breathe out
While the people around you breathe in

People pressing on my side
Is something that I hate and so is
Sitting down to eat
With only little capsules on my plate

Point me at the sky and let it fly (3x)

And all we've got to say to you is goodbye
It's time to go, better run and get your bags
It's goodbye, nobody cry, it's goodbye
Crash, crash, crash, crash, goodbye