Aeroplane Head Woman

She's stands on the cliff top with tears in her eyes
She comes from the moon to watch flames from the skies
She doesn't flip for the thrill, or the kill

There is only one
He came from the sun
By the top of the trees
Lights were search light beams

She slips in the city with wings of the night
She waits for the birdman who left her behind
He had to fly out almost straight and to hate

There was only one
Before the race is run
By the type of love
Fierce and fire above

She waits at the airport with hope in her heart
She listens for spitfires lands at the start
She hopes that he's never what's been thirty years

She's got a photograph
Speaking for her love
What of the bells in bloom
Hope their aim was true