Flying model rockets on the sky
In the backyard next to mine
I get these strange phone calls at night
With no one on the other side
My brother's friend explains to me
With breathless words, bloody knees
It's a black-eyed trust, respect with pain
A love that I'll learn when I've been through the same
When I've been through the same
When I've been through the same
And there's nothing in California
That you could not learn to hate here
Questions will all still be waiting for you
Answers will only be less clear
It's hard to say what I would do
If I was back a year or two
Look at our plans, try to understand
What could've happened to all of them
To all of them
Oh, to all of them
Flying model rockets on the sky
In the backyard next to mine
I get these strange phone calls at night
With no one on the other side
My brother's friend explains to me
With breathless words, bloody knees
It's a black-eyed trust, respect my pain
A love that I'll learn once I've been through the same
When I've been through the same
When I have been through the same
Whoa-oa-oa
Whoa-oa-oa
Whoa-oa-oa
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