Why do I have to flyOver every town, up and down the line?I’ll die in the clouds aboveAnd you
Why do I have to flyOver every town, up and down the line?I’ll die in the clouds aboveAnd you that I defend, I do not loveWhere will I meet my fate?Baby, I’m a man and I was born to hateAnd when will I meet my end?In a better time you could be my friendI wake up, it’s a bad dreamNo one on my side, I was fightingBut I just feel too tired to be fightingGuess I’m not the fighting kindWouldn’t mind it if you were by my sideBut you’re long gone, yeah, you’re long gone now.Where do we go?I don’t even knowMy strange old faceAnd I’m thinking about those days.Based on the W.B. Yeates poem ‘An Irish Airman Forsees His Death’, these are some of the lyrics of one of my favourite Keane songs. Found on their second album, Under The Iron Sea. Illustration by Salvador Dalí. -- source link
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