Aeroplane.
Dying --- is the wind but climbing ---
My aeroplane.
Blowing, and going somewhere high ---
In the evening tumbling down ---
But its surely been up there.
Crying --- want to live my life as
My aeroplane
Sighing in the suns eye, but softly ---
My aeroplane.
Lonely, but only till it comes down
Where theres people running round.
But its surely been up there.
Flying --- my aeroplane.