Back to Me - Vanden Plas

Here comes the jet airliner

The thing that breaks up apart

Breakin' rules

Play everybody’s asshole

And let go sun go down

We march ahead

To the front line

There is no chance to deny

You have to leave

Like the others

To go and fight for a lie

And tears are falling

When this empty night

Is calling

And your tear falls in the

River touches the sea

Sea meets the stream

While angels sleep

Waters run in straight

From the river

To the sea

Back to me, back to me

They’re marching

Into the desert

It’s a killing joke

The drying out of the children

Is our shame for the love

Again the jet airliner

The thing that breaks up apart

You have to leave

Like the other boys brother

I don’t wanna let you go

But tears are falling

When this empty night is calling

And your tear falls in the

River touches the sea

Sea meets the stream

While angels sleep

Waters run in straight

From the river

To the sea

Back to me, back to me