(Thomas Leer)
Down-that’s up
Now I see you – control
Explains – forgotten…
We’re down
Darkest name of the rain, private plane
Look down – on seers
We’re so – knocked out, to live-or don’t
Final name of our plane, someone talked
Private plane
Your chance – by time
Cold wine – in doors
For looks – could kill
And I would strain for our claim
Empty space on private plane
Hate – can be
In mind – for days
I like – my way
(planes/can they/in mourn/for days/I lie/my way)
Somehow it seems, it’s no dream, fly away
Private plane…
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