Flying Model Rockets

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Outro]

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