
Date of issue: 03.09.2001
Song language: English
Jet Pilot |
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot |
One that smiled when he flew over the bay, |
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot |
One that smiled when he flew over the bay |
My horse is a shackled old man |
His, his remorse was that he couldn’t survey |
The skies right before they went grey, |
My horse and my remorse |
Flying over our great bay |
My source is the source of all creation, |
Her discourse is that we all don’t survey |
The skies right before |
Right before they go grey, |
My source and my remorse |
Flying over our great bay |