Airplane
Brisa Roché
Airplane pushes up through clouds
Through violet sinking sun
Pushing up through rose my love
Held on me like a gun
They put me in the sky
It's for my guy, it's for my guy
This penitence of flight
This contraband and sigh
Now I run from silver plane
Runnin' from my lover's aim
They'll try now to lock me down
In this sunset gown
They put me in the sky
It's for my guy, it's for my guy
This penitence of flight
This contraband and sigh
Here I lie
Here I lie
Here I lie