Low-Flying Jets

don't wanna sit up straight

or look you in the face

i keep checking over your shoulder

cos i've been dreaming of low-flying jets

sweet town knocked my head over

over and over

you got your head in the clouds

you can't hear me at all

and i don't know what to say

cos i don't know what's wrong

it's just a headache i suppose

thrown back like a sinking boat

i keep thinking it's all over

cos i've been dreaming of undertows

and the places that you go

and my head slips off your shoulder

you got your head in the clouds

you can't hear me at all

and i don't know what to say

cos i don't know what's wrong

you can't hear me at all

been staying up too late

i keep dreaming of lost in space

and when i wake up

i start to break up