Take me under your,
		aeroplane wing.
Teach me who to trust,
		I don't know anything.

And if it proves too far,
		to find out who we are,
We can simply
		fall apart.

And aeroplanes are filling the sky.
Run away, the runway's filling my mind on time.

It's getting so
	we don't know what we understand.
It's getting so
	we can't see further than our hands.
It's getting so bad I don't think that I can stand it.

It's getting so
	I don't know what I understand.
It's getting so
	I can't see further than my hands.
It's getting so bad I don't think that I can stand it.

But teach me how to fly,
		and I could be alright.

Aeroplanes are filling the sky.
Run away, the runways filling my mind.

My mind.

My mind.