The Aircrash Bureau

Hello, im the aircrash bureau
I bet youre so surprised to see me
I could specialise in rumours
Ill send shivers up your spine
Pilot, back, i need my squadron
I was flying before d-day
Now im warning you of falling
Ill tell you when youre going down

Sometimes i get these questions
It reminds me of the skin game
We used to stand around on corners
Saying well here we are again
So now she motions closer
Now thats what i call romance
Someones calling me but vaguely
You need the feeling not the man