For Stars
Spectators
I am bound to be
At the end of a runway.
Find my pilot's uniform,
Sleep beneath the noise.
Seems that the airplanes need
Spectators.
Spectators.
I can turn the oak tree
Into my control tower.
Lately she's just standing there,
Asking me to come down.
It seems that people need
Spectators.
Spectators.
From Letras Mania