To look at a baby you?ve gotta be brave in the black of his eye is your own grave and something darker you wanna touch it must be love cause it hurts
Little airplane in the sky you point up at it i watch your face as you watchi it go by i watch your face as you watch it go by everything is perfect
I was traveling in a caravan out across the desert sand fourth battalion of the infantry heading in towards the enemy or at least that?s what they?re