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Текстове на песни: Cooper Temple Clause. Kick Up the Fire, And Let the Flames Break Loose. Blind Pilots.

I hope you never change, I hope you never go
I hope you'll always keep our little secrets though
But how'd we get here at this height?
And what's this talk of dead weight?

I know we always drink but we don't always fight
The landing lights are on but we're just out of sight
'Cos this thing's mobile there's still wheels
And I'm not done yet so hang on

You came along to change the grade
To raise the bar I'd made of late
You came along to raise the stakes
To tend to me and my mistakes

I can't pretend that I could be
The man you said you saw in me
But hang around and I'll try and land this thing

No one came, no one saw
No one came, no one saw
Someone pass the manual

And soon I'll go away, I'll see you at the door
So go put David on, read about the war
We're just blind pilots in strange planes
Back seat drivers in dead cars

You came along to change the grade
To raise the bar I'd made of late
You came along to raise the stakes
To tend to me and my mistakes

I can't pretend that I could be
The man you said you saw in me
But hang around and I'll try and land this thing

Yeah, I made a list of all the things
That I could change, how I could win
I can't and I refuse to say
The wheels have slowly come away

I pray to God my soul to keep
'Cos I could never stand the heat
But hang around and I'll try and land this thing

No one came, no one saw
No one came, no one saw
Someone pass the manual