Face Of Fashion - Marshall Crenshaw

I know why

Fish swim in the sky

And beat their leather wings

Until they’re high and dry

We fly in the face of fashion

Full scale and fair

We fly in the face of fashion

With passion rare

Weave and sigh

My angel and I Reach our hands above the clouds

And rip the seething sky

We fly in the face of fashion

Full scale and fair

We fly in the face of fashion

With passion rare

My oh my

My angel and I Reach our hands above the clouds

And rip the seething sky