歌手:Jarle Bernhoft
专辑:《Ceramic City Chronicles》

Fly away in the back of a second-hand shop
Draw the curtains and wake up in 1968 or 9
Fly away on the wings of a getaway plane
Fly away on your own and let your mind bring forward
every little thing that you are
These shakes are prying me loose
Ain't got time to wake up, so many people to get hold of
I'm calling up this downbeat guy I'd like to be for an hour or two
Slick and curious in every sense of the word
Fits my style like a hand in a glove
And with just a flick of a well-hung wrist
I'm gonna move over and over again
Sometimes you just hijack somebody
Make 'em into your own, make 'em into your own
Fly away in the back of a second hand shop
Draw the curtains and wake up in 1978 or 9
Fly away on the wings of a getaway plane
Fly away on your own and let your mind bring forward
every little thing that you are
These shakes are shaking me up
Ain't got no mind to stay, so many times I tried to control and let go,
Right wing politician, or a communist
Army fiend or a pacifist
Top notch broker, or a beggar man thief,
There's no end to the possibilities
You can steal for a leather collar, get fluffy in the face
Wear chains from your wallet and live out your indie ways
Nothing stops you from being anyone you want
But the city's gonna break ya if you don't wake up from where you belong
Fly away in the back of a second hand shop
Draw the curtains and wake up in 1988 or 9
Fly away on the wings of a getaway plane
Fly away on your own and let your mind bring forward
every little thing that you are
every little thing that you are