Thirty seven thousand feet, broken in a heartbeat.
This air supply, an elixir
To the sea, the singing sands.
This air supply, an elixir.
Late September, echoes of spring.
Thirty seven thousand feet, broken in a heartbeat.
To the sea, the singing sands
Broken in a heartbeat, broken in a heartbeat.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN