The Ethereal One

Lift up your aching blue head
You are alone in your new bed

Don't follow him today
if you do, he'll walk away
Now I'm not in the way
I

Wash your face, do your make-up
Open the fridge and fill your cup

Don't go down there tonight
You will be out all night
Arid I am out of sight
I

At eight o'clock you will be
Thirty thousand feet above the sea

There is a photograph
Someone has cut in half
Now I can only laugh
I