Куплет №1: Feeling lonely, looking faded Yellow ribbons, black from fading Word is written, bone is broken No big secret left unspoken Silence feinted in the corner While it's never getting warmer All the lies they keep on telling But you never check the spelling
Припев: Flying bullets Hit the targets Wings and halos, Five to seven In this white robe Through the darkness There I'm flying Back to heaven!
Flying bullets Hit the targets Wings and halos, Five to seven In this white robe Through the darkness There I'm flying Back to heaven!
Куплет №2: Time is running we are sitting Back together, just for sitting You are crying in the corner All was lost and never forward Open up and let me hear it Come abide our future spirit Brain is usless shell is locking Open doors for dead man walking
Припев: Flying bullets Hit the targets Wings and halos, Five to seven In this white robe Through the darkness There I'm flying Back to heaven!
Flying bullets Hit the targets Wings and halos, Five to seven In this white robe Through the darkness There I'm flying Back to heaven!