Woorden:
Jets To Brazil

air traffic control it's me coach-class row thirteen i've got that sinking feeling is everything allright? stare at the wing and think it's later than

In the dream that awakened me, you had come and taken me to a sea of stars. The cat stood in the flowers, two ears above. And the ground that was under

i just found the frame where i took your picture away and in my wallet like a saint from some other place that picture repays my eyes as they glaze a

i love my mother for all the things she's not but mostly for who she is i love my father for all the things he's thought but really for the things he

know that you'll soon go crazy just like a whittling stick hit by the coming daylight cut up in a quick succession a pointed confession really stripped

Rose, can I come down for a drink? It's happened again I've got a story I'm sure will end poorly I'll begin at the end Rose, you must know I couldn't

there's a sign up ahead says no signs for a while and a line in my mind from a song we both like it sounds like me and you and all we're going through

Hello, old friend. It's been a while. How you been? All things must end, but did you know what that meant? The birds fly south. The summer sets. The lights

Morning new disease, charcoal in bed Bone soaked anemic listen in horror To the scraping of flatware and china And saran wrap to stifle libido Air shaft