Peter Hammill - Fireships Lyrics
There's a smokescreen on the horizon,fireships under sail tonight....Here's the Armada of Souls,here's the flotilla from God knows where:from gopher-wood to the last of the ironcladsin common concert they send up the flares.While we turn and turn aroundthe rocket hits the roof...we never think that we'll get burned,we're fireproof,we think we're fireproof.Keep a stiff upper lip,the band play onthrough the raising of the toast;the captain's steadyat the attention on the bridgeit's surface mattersthat appear to matter most.We watch the galleons run aground,still we stand aloof;we never think that we'll get burned,we think we're fireproof.We think we're fireproof,we never think that we'll get burnaed;We sail on fireships,we never think, so we'll get burned.Straight for the eye of the hurricane,down to the last eye toothwe never think that we'll get burned,we think we're fireproof.Here's the Armada of light,here's the flotilla, for heaven's sake....We're sailing under a flag of convenience,casting our messages in bottles in our wakeSo we turn and turn aroundthe rocket hits the roof...we never think that we'll get burned,we think we're fireproof.We never think that we'll get burned,we think we're fireproof.(PH - Guitars, Keyboards, Bass, Percussion, Vox; Stuart Gordon - Violin; David Jackson - Alto Sax
