I fly I soar This I Adore And then like a locomotive The sound of your sorrow comes I'm tired of the way that it feels I only apologized to you to make you feel better But I think I've outgrown that...
Hang on, hang on now, hang on, hang on there paper shoes Where do you think you're going Now that it's raining Come on now, come on now, come you soggy old airplane wings Now that we've heard you...