Sweetheart Surgery Fly High
We're spinning around in the fog in my dreams like that
dayWhere I wanted to stay
One more lonely birthday night will come
Memories bites not as tender as she held my arm
Dirty fallen wet leave seems like kindred today
But I will never treat to beauty queen another way
Fly high
On a dove-colored wings of insurance my dear
You and I
Washed out of this world by your warm salty tear
I will lead myself into the dark
One november monday I'll come back to our bench
Fountain empty alleys of the park
To wish alone about our lives that I want to rearrange
She's walking down the street on a frost-bitten asphalt
full of sorrow
She doesn't know that her friend will die in the accident
tomorrow
And she will hate him all her life for that
But he'd better die here painfully
Than be a witness of their wedding I bet
Your world
Is a wonderful place that's so hard to believe
Full of salt
So I give everything for your calm please don't leave
Your world
Is a wonderful place that's so hard to believe
Full of salt
So I give everything for your calm please don't leave