shell as far as I can tell So I paint my eyes a light green The silver beams are twirling and swirling Throughout your dreams Like air traffic streams
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
cutting in, I'm breaking up Your true love trapple and I Air traffic control Hold on, I'm coming in Air traffic control Hold on, I'm coming in Air traffic
show as far as I can tell, so I paint my eyes a light green. The silver beams are twirling and swirling throughout your dreams like air traffic streams
I never knew you But now I'm haunted by your past, How long will this last? I thought you loved me, You say you love me, Life's just a shadow that you
Don't cry Just let it pass you by I'll be by your side Each and everyday Let go You gotta lose control Teach you how to roll Never be the same oooh
Ready or not there you came to take it all When the running caught me high When the running caught me high Who would believe years from now I called a
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Pretty if the sun won't shine I'll be coming out to meet you I'll be there to make you mine You're pretty if the rain will pour I'll be knocking
Suzy was a glad-rag-clad clown run-around Never even told me her name But I found it in a half-burnt pin-up Polaroid Smiling through the wall at her place
We've waited hours in the dark and cold Why don't you call, has he done a runner You said you've been here once before But I've got my doubts, have you
You Get Me Down, But I Like That On The Ground, But I Like That Do You Like Awake, Thinking Of Me? Do You Like Dreaming? You Make That Sound And I
've Done Enough He's Still Alive And He's Breathing On His Own And He's Breathing On His Own There's Chaos Everywhere And Panic Written In The Air And
You enter your room it's a lonely world laid out on the floor And you're rolling away through fractured life deep into the walls Cos if it can't work
As time goes by you break the spell and tell everyone but I cant describe this feeling inside its bringin me down we talk all night and into the day
So come on down and let it out Walk me through the corridors of fear It's not a dream without a doubt You try so hard to shut the feelings the out
It's people scattered on the floor, Cool war kids are running out of time, It's such a shame to see, It's such a shame to feel the way, The sun comes
Tercüme: Hava Trafik. Shooting Star.
