Airplane - Brisa Roche

Airplane pushes up through clouds

Through violet sinking sun

Pushing up through rose my love

Held on me like a gun

They put me in the sky

It’s for my guy, it’s for my guy

This penitence of flight

This contraband and sigh

Now I run from silver plane

Runnin' from my lover’s aim

They’ll try now to lock me down

In this sunset gown

They put me in the sky

It’s for my guy, it’s for my guy

This penitence of flight

This contraband and sigh

Here I lie

Here I lie

Here I lie