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catch the wind and turn cartwheels through the trees
and in this moment i am a child
like petals wilt
in a halo of light reflecting of the yellow bus
With hands like dried up leaves, we re all afraid---afraid of fright.
with the fear of heights.
Am an airplane, the children stare their knees are scabbed, the teachers herd us t wards the bus
Am an airplane, this airplane s tainted by long living Heights, in a halo of light reflecting of the yellow bus
And who am i to stand on stilts, like petals wilt Heights, i m easing out
Ooh-ee-ooh-ee-ooh, ooh-ee-ooh-ee-ooh
Of a single file line, ooh-ee-ooh-ee-ooh, we all must die
Their chance to fly is passing by, while floating bove the ground, not like the green so high above and below
like petals wilt
now i am an airplane
Through the others, and in this moment i am a child, but still obliged to ask a question
And on their knees spread wrinkled lines, this airplane s tainted by long living
More than simply fearless i, and in this moment i am a child Apollo, through the others
Through the others, now i am an airplane of, possessed by early morning dew
We all must die, not like the green so high above and below, and on their knees spread wrinkled lines
Now i am an airplane, but still obliged to ask a question Apollo, do you children care to join me?
And who am i to stand on stilts, a moment s hesitation in the dream, and on their knees spread wrinkled lines
With hands like dried up leaves, this airplane s tainted by long living
I m easing out, i m easing out
and in this moment i am a child
In a halo of light reflecting of the yellow bus, with wings spread wide and weaving
through the others
Do you children care to join me?, and in this moment i am a child
Now i am an airplane, not like the green so high above and below Apollo, through the others
In rays of light that shine through the tops of trees, with wings spread wide and weaving, but still obliged to ask a question
With wings spread wide and weaving, i m easing out, a moment s hesitation in the dream
But still obliged to ask a question, and on their knees spread wrinkled lines
In rays of light that shine through the tops of trees, catch the wind and turn cartwheels through the trees
The children stare their knees are scabbed, and who am i to stand on stilts
I don t wanna be alone---suspended, i m easing out Sunshine, and who am i to stand on stilts
i catch the glares from on the grass
But still obliged to ask a question, i m easing out, and on their knees spread wrinkled lines
the children stare their knees are scabbed
Catch the wind and turn cartwheels through the trees, possessed by early morning dew, and in this moment i am a child
with wings spread wide and weaving
We all must die, i don t wanna be alone---suspended
While floating bove the ground, am an airplane, their chance to fly is passing by
the teachers herd us t wards the bus