Police Car Lyrics

Ears come alive in a glass of wine. You look so serene, shouldn't you be shaking?
And pressed to the ground, Oh hear the sound, the sound from this Spanish Colonel's cocktail that I'm drinking.

He said, "Just you lie still, I'll come back for you," crying, "Please come, Police Car"

Well I wandered in moralising again.
"You weren't there," I said. "When she lay dying."
And hand in the hand this troubled band.
"I'm not sure I know what you're implying."