When Pigs Fly

No one knows if it comes and goes
Is it a difficult pain
This thing called love
Do you need
to Learn to fly
But can you
simply glide?
Take your time
for rhythm turn
Like dib and sweep before
it smooths in (the) swallowing sky
No one knows if it comes and goes
Where is new clothes
or when
Well when
then if mine strike
On Friday night, out then
But he good old stare
like the party
At the calm and the good old frown
And you rest your head
Everybody knows
what he had a good frown
And the stain in the top of dream when you
try to fall, stay here with your old darling own

It's simple fly across the sky but as the wind awake it's fly,
That's the time when you
will last say goodbye

Everybody knows what, how the wind goes
that this sting is called love
No one knows if it comes and goes
Is it a difficult pain,
This thing called love?
When you leave,
and learn to fly
but can you simply glide?
Take your time
for rhythm turn
The dib is sweetly from its sweep from the swallowing sky
When you only knows what happened to
those that the stage, when the talking dream
When he tried to pour the sad and torn that nobody owns
That simple fly
across the sky
Oh, I don't neeks
When pigs fly
That's the time when you will last say goodbye

When you only know what happened to
those that the stage is the talking dream