The Flying Pickets
Breakfast with Aliens
I could start a revolution
I could call out your name
That would be failing you
That would be failing you
I could send you on a lovers' spree
You could do the same for me
What ever is needed
Whenever you need it
But like breakfast with aliens you know it never happens
You could see me through mirrored glass
Fragile and so pure
No image fading
No image fading
You could lift me up and let me down
I'm not afraid to cry
I'm not afraid at all
Not at all
You could reach out and touch me
I'm holding my arms around your arms around me
I respond to the sound you
Don't need me so much as the sense of you all around me
I could start a revolution
I'm not afraid to cry
I'm not afraid at all
Not at all