JETHRO TULL

JETHRO TULL - Aeroplane lyrics

rate me

Flying --- made of sticks and paper ---

aeroplane.

Dying --- is the wind but climbing ---

my aeroplane.

Blowing, and going somewhere high ---

in the evening tumbling down ---

but it's surely been up there.

Crying --- want to live my life as

my aeroplane

Sighing in the sun's eye, but softly ---

my aeroplane.

Lonely, but only till it comes down

where there's people running round.

But it's surely been up there.

Flying --- my aeroplane.

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