She looks up and laughs from the back of the car

I draw some wings and cut them out

Late that evening went down to the waterside

Sat down by the waterside mapping it out

 

Send me flags

Send me tickets

I can’t get my back up off this bed

England’s so cold

Was it you who told me

That my arms are laden with lead?

 

Loved that story, the sacks and the teeth

Carved it well upon my chest

Spoke well of you, speak well of me

Because your story is the best

 

Send me flags

Send me tickets

I can’t get my back up off my bed

England’s so cold

Was it you who told me

That my arms are laden with lead?