P.J. Harvey - Victory

I stumble in and in,
you fit me with those angel wings.
Set me goal,
set me high.
Set it up,
I'm in the sky.

The storm is gone,
And the storm is gone,
and the temperature's high,
and my temperature's high,
and delight is dining,
and delight is dining,
at my table. at my table.

Tell any how, how, how,
how lucky we are.
Angel at my table,
God in my car.
Get it at sea,
take a ship.
I christen her victory,
she'd make it.

Vic-tor-y.
Vic-tor-y.

Come on boys,
let's push it hard,
you muck down push your motor car.
Come on boys,
you've done us proud,
you sweat 'til I'll mop it right of your brow.

Vic-tor-y.
Vic-tor-y.
Vic-tor-y.
Vic-tor-y.

'Til the storm is gone,
"Til the storm is gone,
and the temperature's high,
and my temperature's high,
and delight is dining,
and delight is dining,
on my table. my table.

Mmm, 'til the storm is gone,
'til the storm is gone,
and the temperature's high,
and my temperature's high,
and delight is dining,
and delight is dining,
my table. my table.