My Hands Are Thiefs

I can hear the vultures moan
Under the red burning sun
Waiting for the end to come
Trying to catch me on the run
I'll fly into the red sky

Drenched in kerosine
You know what i mean
Fuel up your tanks and fly me home

Drenched in kerosine
You know what i mean
Fuel up your tanks and fly me home

Vultures moan
Under the red burning sun
Can't get back where I'm coming from
Or find a place where i belong
I'll fly into the red sky

Don't dare to slow me down
Breaking trough open out
On my mind
Fall back down
Down to the burning ground
Stay back and let me bleed it out

Drenched in kerosine
You know what i mean
Fuel up your tanks and fly me home

My hands are thiefs
Stolen things under my black wings
I'm longing for the day to fly away
And find a place I can stay

Drenched in kerosine
You know what i mean
Fuel up your tanks and fly me home



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Writer(s): Bertram Kolar, Sascha Höfer
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