Brisa Roche
Airplane
Airplane pushes up through cloudsThrough violet sinking sunPushing up through rose my loveHeld on me like a gunThey put me in the skyIt’s for my guy, it’s for my guyThis penitence of flightThis contraband and sighNow I run from silver planeRunnin’ from my lover’s aimThey’ll try now to lock me downIn this sunset gownThey put me in the skyIt’s for my guy, it’s for my guyThis penitence of flightThis contraband and sighHere I lieHere I lieHere I lie
From Letras Mania