Crash
Oh, she showed me that man can't fly
from a window far up in the sky.
It didn't matter much to me that day.
I didn't know her that well anyway.
Well, she smiled at me as I was passing by
below the window far up in the sky.
I didn't even bother to smile back,
I was preparing for the new counter-attack.
And so the precious bird of truth was crashlanding.
I didn't see the warning.
The righteous winter was almost neverending.
And someone put their hands into the fire, guided by spiritual desire.
Oh, she felt the need to be some kind of heroin,
but you can't fly with the shattered wings.
I held my hands up to protect my eyes,
'cause on the screen they were displaying her lies.
Well, I saw the dive, and I ran away,
'cause I knew there would be rain that day.
I didn't even bother to look back.
I was preparing for the new counter-attack.
And so the precious bird of truth was crashlanding.
I didn't see the warning.
The righteous winter was almost neverending.
And someone put their hands into the fire, guided by spiritual desire.
Oh yes, the precious bird of truth was crashlanding.
I didn't see the warning.
The righteous winter was almost neverending.
And someone put their hands into the fire, guided by spiritual desire.
from a window far up in the sky.
It didn't matter much to me that day.
I didn't know her that well anyway.
Well, she smiled at me as I was passing by
below the window far up in the sky.
I didn't even bother to smile back,
I was preparing for the new counter-attack.
And so the precious bird of truth was crashlanding.
I didn't see the warning.
The righteous winter was almost neverending.
And someone put their hands into the fire, guided by spiritual desire.
Oh, she felt the need to be some kind of heroin,
but you can't fly with the shattered wings.
I held my hands up to protect my eyes,
'cause on the screen they were displaying her lies.
Well, I saw the dive, and I ran away,
'cause I knew there would be rain that day.
I didn't even bother to look back.
I was preparing for the new counter-attack.
And so the precious bird of truth was crashlanding.
I didn't see the warning.
The righteous winter was almost neverending.
And someone put their hands into the fire, guided by spiritual desire.
Oh yes, the precious bird of truth was crashlanding.
I didn't see the warning.
The righteous winter was almost neverending.
And someone put their hands into the fire, guided by spiritual desire.
Credits
Writer(s): Dominic O. Fahey, Nikolai Hamre, Viggo Krueger, Frank Hammersland
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