The birds attacked my hot air balloon Their shrieks heard over the torch These skies belong to them So I begin my descent
The wind keeps my eyes from being opened So in roaring dark I plummet quietly And try to think of nothing
A breath has been hanging and securely from a hook A wild swipe at control to see which takes me first
I could see your house from here if I bothered to look Oh, without light, all I can do is think of those birdsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
