Woorden: Aneurysm June. Playing With Kites.

Written by: Cesar F.

Don't look back in case someone can hear,
Take the keys.
Nothing's left for us but open sky,
Now you can breathe.

What else you may need?

And tonight, we won't need to prove that we are right.
And Tonight, fighter planes are playing just like kites.

And now they're gone,
Drawing on the sky my way back home.
And now they're gone,
Drawing on the sky my way back home.

Pack your future in a tiny bag,
And just take off.
Tell your friends that you won't be around,
Your head comes off.

What else will you fight for?

And tonight, there's more room for rent up in the sky.
And tonight, fighter planes are playing just like kites.

And now they're gone,
Drawing on the sky my way back home.
And now they're gone,
Drawing on the sky my way back home

(Thanks to AJ Publishing for these lyrics)