Invitation To The Voyage - Eugene McGuinness

You’re not the wedding dress

It’s the ghost of Valentine past

And the moon makes you an exclamation mark

We’ll hung upside down

On the climbing freeze

I handstand on the bandstand

And you’re the right way around again

And we forgot to move the hostage walls

Helicopter scannin' the rooftops

You’re a bad influence on a good boy

I accepted the invitation to the voyage

Now forensics dust for prints in my room

They’re reconstructing my final moments on BBC2

Tell the stars are holes in the galaxy’s ceiling

Where heaven shines through every evening

Don’t know where exactly this path is finished

She’s a distance damsel, what does that make me then?

We forgot to move the victim is

Helicopters bliss each time we stress

It’s a mess

For then you’re cutting my dear wedding dress

I’m afraid they told her they’ve got us around here

And through the door she enter

Wants the hostages out

Here comes the tear gas, here comes the turn

We have become one

We’ve become each other

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