(Ok, we are rolling)

Hot procession
Gloomy conga of glum looking beauties
Strolling through the opening scene

Where d'you want it?
Is your decision honey, my planet or yours?
Sectoral heterochromia

Aviation in the evening
I can feel it coming on
Mama told me you should start
As you mean, to go wrong
Or else you never gonna get it right

Señorita
Well you need not come
Coke head close to me
'Cause I can hear you perfectly clear
From here

Aviation in the evening
I can feel it coming on
Mama told me you should start
As you mean, to go wrong
Or else you never gonna get it right

Elementary hallelujahs
Annalise's dulcet tones
Aviation, in the evening
I just can't leave it alone
I reckon I just might have broke the ice

The colourama in your eyes
It takes me on a moonlight drive
Is the way you wing it
While you figuring it out

(You, was that your gun?)