Aireline Winter Song
i awoke from a dream to the sound of fluttering wings.
a flock of ghosts on the lawn,
travelling south for the winter i suppose.
they're lost trying to leave this icy winterland frost,
but there's no way to escape everything.
there's an angel up in a tree,
and she won't come down.
she's afraid that she might fall
into the arms of a fireman
and she will lose her soul.
sometimes they don't know when to let go,
but there's no way to escape everything.
