Lyrics Pop Art Blue - Martha Tilston , Zero 7
Yeah
we
were
running
and
how
we
were
running
Across
the
hills
in
the
pop
art
blue
Buzzards
fly
above
the
car
Circling
us
as
if
they
knew
If
I
falter,
If
I
falter
Darling
will
you
reel
me
in?
If
I
lose
it,
If
I
lose
it
Will
you
remind
where
we′ve
been?
So
we
were
climbing
and
how
we
were
climbing
The
cartoon
trees
up
to
the
sky
As
the
sun
dropped
off
the
page
Gold
it
flew
into
my
eye
Well
it's
all
up
from
here.
It′s
like
I
can
taste
opportunity
near.
I
cut
myself
on
barbed
wire,
getting
wood
for
the
fire
I
was
too.
busy
staring
at
you...
You...
So
then
we
were
floating
up,
We
were
floating
like
particles
into
the
night
High
above
the
factories
We
hitched
a
lift
on
a
satellite
Lover,
will
you
spin
me
round?
May
we
never
fall
back
to
ground
Well
it's
all
up
from
here
It's
like
I
can
taste
opportunity
near
I
cut
myself
on
barbed
wire
Getting
wood
for
the
fire
I
was
too.
Busy
staring
at
you...
Well
it′s
all
up
from
here
It′s
like
I
can
taste
opportunity
near
I
cut
myself
on
barbed
wire
Getting
wood
for
the
fire
I
was
too.
Busy
staring
at
you...
I
was
too.
Busy
staring
at
you...
(Falling
into)(Getting
wood
for
the
fire)
I
was
too.
Busy
staring
at
you...
(Into
your
eyes)(Getting
wood
for
the
fire)
I
was
too.
Busy
staring
at
you...
(Falling
into)(Getting
wood
for
the
fire)
I
was
too.
Busy
staring
at
you...
(Into
your
eyes)(Getting
wood
for
the
fire)
You...
(Falling
in
to)
(Into
your
eyes)
(Into
your
eyes)
(Getting
wood
for
the
fire)
(Getting
wood
for
the
fire)
(Falling
into)
(Into
your
eyes)
(Falling
into)
(Into
your
eyes)
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