June 24, 2003
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Silver Jet- The Tragically Hip
There’s a still in the night
a tuneless moonlight
…..
there’s an urge to go, a shadow
a heightened air of peril
your heart jumps too
and my heart jumps too
I think, to myself “I don’t really know my heart”
and as you whisper ‘me too’
a silver jet roars overhead
rocks the nocturne all everglade
and grey sheers
silver jet, so far off already
