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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Monday, September 25, 2006
    Over my head
     


    Over my head
    I hear rotors in the air
    Over my head
    I hear rotors in the air
    Over my head
    I hear rotors in the air
    There must be a crime somewhere


    O when I'm having breakfast
    I hear rotors in the air
    And when it's nearing lunchtime
    I hear rotors in the air
    And when it's time for dinner
    I hear rotors in the air
    There must be a crime somewhere

    Over my head
    I hear rotors in the air...


    O all the way to Anfield
    I hear rotors in the air
    And down to Dwerryhouse Field
    I hear rotors in the air
    I've been keeping my eyes peeled
    I hear rotors in the air
    There must be a crime somewhere

    Over my head
    I hear rotors in the air...


    Above the many mourners
    I hear rotors in the air
    And the watchers on street corners
    I hear rotors in the air
    The Echo hacks did warn us
    There'd be rotors in the air
    There must be a crime somewhere

    Over my head
    I hear rotors in the air...


    By shops with locked-down shutters
    I hear rotors in the air
    Under pigeon-frenzied gutters
    I hear rotors in the air
    With our vagrant Bill who mutters
    'I hear rotors in the air'
    There must be a crime somewhere

    Over my head
    I hear rotors in the air...


    And now it's nearly bed time
    I hear rotors in the air
    Still scanning us for gun crime
    I hear rotors in the air
    There's reason but there's no rhyme
    I hear rotors in the air
    There must be a crime somewhere

    Over my head
    I hear rotors in the air...