You burn the night and the days are gone
You burn my night and the days are told

CHORUS:
Aircraft adorn my hair
Small boats adhere to my feet
I might be omnipotent but I can be discreet

It takes too much money to see you alone
and the queue stretches back to my home
Times were better when we were young
and you'd do whatever I'd say
I would be a bridge
You'd be the thrall of a car
At speed and late
with a wheel, with a mind of its own