Texty: Pj Harvey. Victory.

I stumble and I'm in
You fit me with those angel wings
Set me go, set me high
Set it up while I'm in the sky

Storm is gone
(Storm is gone)
An' the temperature's high
(An' the temperature's high)
An' Delilah's dinin'
(An' Delilah's dinin')
My table

Till I think h-h-how lucky we are
Angel at my table, God in my car
Get it at sea, take a ship
I'd christen her "Victory"
She'd make it

Victory
Victory

Come on boys
Let's push it hard
You bump down, push your motorcart
Come on boys
You done us proud
The sweat, just a mop it right off your brow

Victory
Victory
Victory
Victory

So storm is gone
(So storm is gone)
An' the temperature's high
(An' the temperature's high)
An' Delilah's dinin'
(An' Delilah's dinin')
My table

Mmm, the storm is gone
(The storm is gone)
An' the temperature's high
(An' the temperature's high)
An' Delilah's dinin'
(An' Delilah's dinin')
My table