Artist: jethro tull
Song: aeroplane
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
