Standard (EADGBE)
6 Hours and 90 minutes, the distance increment
For you I have found, the way to compound, every minute the minute you're in it.
And the finer points of flying, the rules for living not dying.
Yeah we're up here for now, let's not wonder how, we're airbourne and hope to stay in it.
(Chorus)
Babe why don't we admit it
We like it but we don't know what's in it.
And the finer points of flying, were hard to explain.
They're hard to explain.
(Verse 2)
In the ins and outs of trying, tender bouts of lying
That keeps love alive, that river is dry, the metaphor hard to deliver.
5 Hours and 90 minutes, the distance less increment
For you I have found, the way to compound, every minute the minute you're in it.
And the finer points of flying, the rules for living not dying.
Yeah we're up here for now, let's not wonder how, we're airbourne and hope to stay in it.
(Chorus)
Babe why don't we admit it
We like it but we don't know what's in it.
And the finer points of flying, were hard to explain.
They're hard to explain. They're hard to explain.