Flying Machines

The wind is catching me On the back of my left knee Will I know when I get old? Just another story told And I fell to a higher land, a hell The green grass, nothing that won't pass When I left the camera on Took a nervous glance then gone Many words I've left to say Allegiances have gone astray Then the red flashing light stares at us Hear the click and you might trace the tracks to nowhere Then the red flashing light stares at us The wind is catching me On the back of my left knee Will I know when I get old? Just another story told Then the red flashing light stares at us Hear the click and you might trace the tracks to nowhere Then the red flashing light stares at us