jet pilot

(bkz: soad)
(bkz: system of a down)

my horse and my remorse flying over a great bay

türk şarkısı gibi lan.

"my source is the source of all creation" kısmında yılmaz morgül dinliyor gibi hissettim

wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot

Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay

My horse is a shackled old man
His, his remorse, was that he couldn't survey
the skies, right before
right before they went grey
my horse and my remorse
flying over our great bay

Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay

My source, is the source of all creation
Her, discourse, is that we all don't survey
The skies, right before
Right before they go grey
My source, and my remorse
Flying over our great bay

Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay

Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay
Where were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot
One that smiled when he flew over the bay

"my horse is a shackled old man
his, his remorse, was that he couldn't survey" kısmı gelince halay çekesiniz geliyor mu lan?

bu ne şarkıdır amk