The Blades

We spin

We dive

The blades

Can change your mind

We spin

We dive

The blades

Keep you safe tonight

And, oh, your broken bones

Joyriding in the sky

And, oh, you poor, poor thing

You glowing people are still awake

And, oh, oh, your broken bones

And, oh, you're just telling lies

And, oh, oh, you poor, poor thing

And, oh, you're just telling lies again

Oh, we spin

And, oh, we dive

And, oh, we keep you safe

Never mind that noise outside

Oh, we spin

And, oh, we dive

And, 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

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

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

They're bending in the wind

They're bending in the wind

And they're bending in the wind

And they're begging to be trimmed

Back to bed

Another man's hand on the joystick instead of mine

He spins, he dives

Oh, what's the noise outside?

Panes of glass and action men

Playing God for a job

I spin, I dive, I whirl around

I sleep; 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 the sky

They make you grey, you've lost your mind

Through thick black smoke, pissing in the street

Avoiding all the people that you'd wish to meet, some day

Some, oh, some day