Lyric The Aircrash Bureau

Hello, I m the aircrash bureau
I bet you re so surprised to see me
I could specialise in rumours
I ll send shivers up your spine

Pilot, back, I need my squadron
I was flying before D-day
Now I m warning you of falling
I ll tell you when you re going down

Sometimes I get these questions
It reminds me of the skin game
We used to stand around on corners
Saying well here we are again

So now she motions closer
Now that s what I call romance
Someone s calling me but vaguely
You need the feeling not the man