The Blades

We spin
We dive
The blades
Can change your mind
We spin
We dive
The blades
Will keep you safe tonight
Oh, your broken bones
Joyriding in the sky
Oh, you poor poor thing
You glowing people lost your way
Oh your broken bones
Oh your just telling lies
oh you poor poor thing
Oh you're just telling lies again
Oh we spin
Oh we dive
Oh we keep you safe
Never mind that noise outside
All those cameras from up high
They make you all look grey
Joyriding in the sky
The blades will make you pay
Thousand people down below
They're bending in the wind
With their arms stretched open wide
They're just blades of grass old enough to be trimmed
And they're bending in the wind
And they're bending in the wind
And they're begging to be trimmed
Back to bed
Another mans hand on the joystick instead
Of mine
He spins
He dives
Oh what's the noise outside?
Panes of glass
An action man
playing god for a job
I spin
I dive
I whirl around
Asleep
Trying, at least
Won't they stop?
Come back down
It's ever so expensive to run that around
The city
Burns
The blades
Turn
All those cameras from up high
They make you gray
You've lost your mind
Through thick black smoke
Pissing in the street
Avoiding all the people
That you'd wish to meet
Someday
Oh someday