كلمات Whirring

Let's go out on that wing Looking for things, getting excited Talking slow, slower than usual then Take your fathers advice Listen for signs, be very nice It's all real, nothings a joke to these kids Keep those killers at bay Knives in their face, Send them away It's like love, But you've treated it in the usual way Now's the season For smashing glasses Cast our shadows on tall fences People, black and white films Girls talk to boys, boys talk to girls So noisy, playing simultaneously I wrote down all my thoughts To see what I thought, I gave it a shot and there thousands of spiraling knots Now's the season For taking chances Crooked smiles on crooked glances