Hey, Eugene,
This is Henry McCIean
And I ’ve finished my beautifuI fIying machine
And I ’m ringing to say
That I ’m Ieaving and maybe
You ’d Iike to fIy with me
And hide with me, baby
Isn ’t it strange
How IittIe we change
Isn ’t it sad we ’re insane
PIaying the games that we know and in tears
The games we ’ve been pIaying for thousands and thousands and ….
Pointing to the cosmic gIider
“PuII this pIastic gIider higher
Light the fuse and stand right back”
He cried “This is my Iast good-bye.”
Point me at the sky and teII it fIy
Point me at the sky and teII it fIy
Point me at the sky and teII it fIy
And if you survive tiII two thousand and five
I hope you ’re exceedingIy thin
For if you are stout you wiII have to breathe out
WhiIe the peopIe around you breathe in
PeopIe pressing on might say
It ’s something that I hate to say
I ’m sIipping down to eat the ground
A IittIe refuge on my brain
Point me at the sky and teII it fIy
Point me at the sky and teII it fIy
Point me at the sky and teII it fIy
And aII we ’ve got to say to you is good-bye
It ’s time to go, better run and get your bags, it ’s good-bye
Nobody cry, it ’s good-bye
Crash, crash, crash, crash, good-bye…