Sunday, March 29, 2009

Fireball, fly, boy..

take what you can, we are crashing..

i'll cover you, even with a blanket of lies..

we'll turn to dust if we go down and ignite..

into a fireball..

so, fly, boy.. fly high

don't take me with you..

i'm drinking kerosene, i'm going down..

fly, boy, away from this fireball..