Flying, made of sticks and paper.
My aeroplane
Dying, is the wind not climbing?
My aeroplane
Blowing, and going somewhere high;
In the evening tumblin' down,
But it's surely been up there.
Crying, want to live my life as my aeroplane
Sighing, in the [sun time, but softly?]
My aeroplane
Lonely, but only until it comes down
Where there's people running 'round.
But it's surely been up there,
Flying.
My aeroplane
My aeroplane
My aeroplane
My aeroplane
1 | Aqualung |
2 | Living In The Past |
3 | Locomotive Breath |
4 | Witches Promise |
5 | Cross-Eyed Mary |
6 | Teacher |
7 | Reasons For Waiting |
8 | No Lullaby |
9 | Budapest |
10 | A New Day Yesterday |