Peace
The ward he offers me
A pack of cigarettes

They aren't his, and yet
I feel it coming on
I feel it coming on a sense of welling grief

And though they're serving samovar,
Somehow I'd rather be


Up in an airplane
Above the archipelago
I stuttered

In my armour
In an airplane
Above the archipelago

Now I see where you grew up,
And the murderer in me


Please,
The blanket and the sheets
The leaves the gardener rakes

Are articles of faith
The company believes I'm running derelict around these foreign streets
The colonel knows I want to crack

His head for taking me

Up in an airplane

Above the archipelago
I stuttered
In my armour

In an airplane
Above the archipelago
Now I see where you grew up,

And the murderer in me

They said there was an ice age forty thousand years ago

Incidents of road rage warring on the streets below
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Below
Below
Below

Below

Up in an airplane

Above the archipelago
I stuttered
In my armour

In an airplane
Above the archipelago
Now I see where you grew up,

And the murderer in me