Fiction Plane Sickness
Do I feel love?
Oh boy do I feel love
Do I feel love?
Oh boy do I feel love
I'm lonely
And the worst of all
With vanity, a coward
Ohhhh-ohhh
Ohhhh-ohhh
Do I fear love?
Oh boy do I fear love
Do I fear love?
Oh boy do I fear love
I'm lonely
And the worst of all
With vanity, a coward
Ohhhh-ohhh
Ohhhh-ohhh
Always falling
into sickness
Always falling
into sickness
In this life there's no time
No time for rest
Always falling
into sickness
Sat inside a tiny church
Fashioned out of local birch
The priest chose psalms and let us pray
She lay still until this day
Ohhhh-ohhh
Ohhhh-ohhh
Always falling
into sickness
Always falling
into sickness
In this life there's no time
No time for rest
Always falling
into sickness
Ohhhh-ohhh
Ohhhh-ohhh
Ohhhh-ohhh
Ohhhh-ohhh
Do I feel love?
Oh boy do I feel love
Do I feel love?
Oh boy do I feel love
