Planes up planes down
people on spin round people off touch the ground
seeing lights flashing brights bricks and
mortars exploding sights
see the world touch the planet
die in waiting
pushing forward to the top
no don’t stop
someplace to go someplace no-one know
like little kids dreaming ‘bout where they’ll be
where they’ll go
little birds singing they never dream
at least it don’t show
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little stones tumbling
on houses and cars and stadiums too
the stones they hit people
like me… and you
get back up fast
get up and run far away
them rocks are comen
the bombs never fade
they’re always booming
below planes
on the ground
someday they’ll stop
but there woulnt be a soul left to be found.
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