[Verse 1]
Delicate endless flow
Running down my electric wire
Sunshine and midnight glow
Lightning discharge and eternal fire

[Chorus]
Sparks are flying in my head
Fading softly, playing dead
Sparks are flying in my head
Sparks are flying in her head

[Verse 2]
Headlights are glowing dim
Silly words looking for a meaning
Thinking of who will win
Fire is stopped and nobody's winning
Sunset is burning out
Getting no sleep til the happy hour
What if we lived without
Something we always knew was ours

[Chorus]
Sparks are flying in my head
Fading softly, playing dead
Sparks are flying in my head
Sparks are flying in her head
Sparks are flying in my head
Fading softly, playing dead
Sparks are flying in my head
Sparks are flying in her head
Sparks are flying

made by Vladimir Sansarov (https://vsetke.fun/wastemanagement)

Feeling ugly, looking pretty
Yellow ribbons, black graffiti
Word is written, bond is broken
No big secret left unspoken
Sun is painted in the corner
But it's never getting warmer
All the lies they keep on selling
But you never check the spelling

[Chorus]
Flying bullets hit the targets
Wings and halos, five to seven
In this white robe, through the darkness
Paragliding back to heaven
Flying bullets hit the targets
Wings and halos, five to seven
In this white robe, through the darkness
Paragliding back to heaven

[Verse 2]
Time is running, we are sitting
Back together, just for splitting
You are crying in the corner
Always next and never former
Open up and let me hear it
Former body, future spirit
Brain is useless, chair is rocking
Open doors for dead man walking


[Chorus]
Flying bullets hit the targets
Wings and halos, five to seven
In this white robe, through the darkness
Paragliding back to heaven
Flying bullets hit the targets
Wings and halos, five to seven
In this white robe, through the darkness
Paragliding back to heaven

[Instrumental Outro]

made by Vladimir Sansarov (https://vsetke.fun/wastemanagement)

[Куплет 1]
Зашевелились корни
Деревьев и кустов
Растаял снег на дерне
И около крестов
Оттаявшие кости
Брыкаются со сна
И бродит на погосте
Весенняя луна (Весенняя луна)

[Инструментал]

[Куплет 2]
Вон вылезли скелеты
Из тесных, скользких ям
Белеют туалеты
Мужчин, а рядом дам
Мужчины жмут им ручки
Уводят в лунный сад
И все земные штучки
При этом говорят

[Инструментал]

made by Vladimir Sansarov (https://vsetke.fun/wastemanagement)