Aluminium

Acoustic tune, I believe. About getting engaged, and shit.

A mile high
I pulled a thick beard out of thin air
Travelin’ through tunnels
Borne through mountain passes
Under concrete trees
And past rifle caches
Snow skips off a mountaintop
And blue air enters my lungs
I recall followin’ the footpath
To the fog on Sapphire Point
Stepping towards stardom
With the only other breather around
I saw her eyes in an ornate picture frame
Knowin’ soon it’ll never be the same
Down on a knee
I found your feet
With a ring on your finger
I thought ‘She’s quite a sing-ger.’
On the way down
All the signs pointed sideways
Before I could fall, I tripped
And put the car in the ditch
Seeing the look on your lips
Shake as the tires slipped
Back on the road
My hands at 10 n’ 2
The sun takes a seat
Behind the fog
Down on a knee
I found your feet
With a ring on your finger
I thought ‘She’s quite a sing-ger.’