Mark Heathcote

(22/03/66 / Manchester)

A thousand air miles before I arrive


I have a thousand air miles before I arrive
Before I touch down
I have a suitcase with as little as you please
When I touch down

I have a heavenly feeling a thousand feet
Off the ground
I have my feet a thousand miles off the ground
And I feel like a little child

With a heart that’s a mountain peak
High above any cloud
Oh In your arms I can’t wait to hold you
Oh I have a suitcase with as little as you please
When I touch down

Love is going to snowball snowboard
Until we decidedly slow
Love is going to surf a top of a tsunami wave
Till we’re breathless and blow

Baby I’m going to knock you down
All your ten skittles off the ground
And honey your feet aren’t ever going
To touch the ground when I hit your town

Submitted: Tuesday, October 08, 2013
Edited: Sunday, March 23, 2014

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