Тексты песен Airport 5

Spanish trails alit national jet aeroplane Find a fine citizen in the circle of trim whereby we dig the beauty Into the night tunnel theme for a yankee Find a fine citizen in the circle of trim where

Grand filled father fake maneuver It chills the bones in most mothers But who's choosing Latter day saint's are bruising Expectations great Still they make a moon pie Nice and high like bottle rocket

With crystal clear misery I've grappled with the ever since With heavy headed assurance I'm reminded of the ever since And into the phantom lake Goes a firefly's innocence Been there forever And I've

Oh, the lookout a tower in the fountain of sparks seven streets to the wind far from cities in lost countries stand up crying, don't bend you are not lost in the present tomorrow you may rise