Aviation - The Last Shadow Puppets

Hot procession, gloomy Conga of glum-looking beauties

Strolling through the opening scene

Where’d you want it?

It’s your decision, honey

My planet or yours?

Sectoral heterochromia

Aviation in the evening, I can feel it coming on

Mama told me, you should start as you mean to go wrong

Or else you’re never gonna get it right

Señorita, well you need not come coke-head close to me

'Cause I can hear you perfectly clear from here

Aviation in the evening, I can feel it coming on

Mama told me, you should start as you mean to go wrong

Or else you’re never gonna get it right

Elementary Hallelujahs, Annalise’s dulcet tone

Aviation in the evening, I just can’t leave it alone

I reckon I just might have broke the ice

The Colourama in your eyes, it takes me on a moonlight drive

It’s the way you wing it while you’re figuring it out