i'll take of mine certain purple smile
the second step is to make some noise
depressed with a hungry sky
the same to deepest colour of the moon
sustained butter gives an elicsire

it's in our hands
you're so ugly clean
burning on my sight
i'm singing 'bout a sin
with wet and dust in the atmosphere

my aeroplane got so high today
but the children are crying

one two three four
one two three eight
when i'l count nine seems to be late

i listen to your favourite lose
but when you turning right i got some cold
it hurts when you're slightly soaping and touching my chain
smiling to my chain

I need a sleep
for four hours
before my scilence
it's in my ears

my aeroplane gave you bombs to play
but the children are happy and the skies are grey
my aeroplane got so high today
but the children are crying
and the skies are grey.