Feeling ugly, looking pretty

Yellow ribbons, black graffitti

Word is written, bond is broken

No big secret left unspoken

Sun is painted in the corner

But it's never getting warmer

All the lies they keep on selling

But you never check the spelling

Flying bullets

Hit the targets

Wings and haloes

Five to seven

In this white robe

Through the darkness

Paragliding

Back to heaven!

Flying bullets

Hit the targets

Wings and haloes

Five to seven

In this white robe

Through the darkness

Paragliding

Back to heaven!

Time is running, we are sitting

Back together just for spliting

You are crying in the corner

All was next and never former

Open up and let me hear it

For my body, future spirit

Brain is useless, chair is rocking

Open doors but dead man walking

Flying bullets

Hit the targets

Wings and haloes

Five to seven

In this white robe

Through the darkness

Paragliding

Back to heaven!

Flying bullets

Hit the targets

Wings and haloes

Five to seven

In this white robe

Through the darkness

Paragliding

Back to heaven!