Testo di Calling All Vanished Airplanes

I always talk to myself They were lost under a holocaust sky Floating mute and eyeless in air thick with disappointment And there were cobwebs and shreds of dreams caught in her hair There are summers and shreds of dreams caught in her hair The hand that holds a cigarette and trembles and points at him Round and round and round she says were all alone she says He only looks down at his feet and knows they are flying He grins and gives her whitened bones They stand and she shakes the dead leaves from her like water And they walk away from everything Know that they're nowhere nowhere They can never go home