There's a still in the night, a tuneless moonlight Just the I-need-you-and-here's-whys of snoring Gords and Cheryls There's a heron outside, in violet light There's an urge to go, a shadow, a heightened air of peril Your heart jumps to And my heart jumps too I think to myself "I don't really know my heart" As you whisper "me too" A silver jet roars overhead Rocks the nocturne all everglade and grey sheers A silver jet, so far off already Fought the hot spurs off all the way to Cape Spear It's quiet again, when a car like Big Ben The radio dopplering, for all you Gregory Peck fans Let Us Now Praise Famous Men To take some pressure off the wonderous to fight and Your heart jumps to And my heart jumps too As if the Wolves of Northhumberland themselves Were rumoured to be en route A silver jet, way overhead You're an archipelago, a satellite, a green star A silver jet, so far off already With your I-need-you-and-here's-why flying to the next part Your heart jumps to And my heart jumps too I'm thinking to myself "packing is a secret art" And as you whisper "me too" A silver jet roars overhead A silver jet, flying to the next part A silver jet, so far off already A silver jet, a satellite, a green star A silver jet, way overhead A silver jet, evergladed grey sheers A silver jet, so far off already A silver jet, Clayqout Sound to Cape Spear