Mad Pilot in Babes In Toyland

You are the one that feels like no one´s home
to be left alone is the narrow from my bone
you were the one

Feels like a motherfucker when the curly black
hair on my sweather spells S.A.M. was here last winter

Serves me warm russian tea
carves our love carves our love into a tree

mad pilot fly into the mire
mad angels fly
you are my sky