Airplane pushes up through cloudsnThrough violet sinking sunnPushing up through rose my lovenHeld on me like a gunnnThey put me in the skynIt’s for my guy, it’s for my guynThis penitence of flightnThis contraband and sighnnNow I run from silver planenRunnin’ from my lover’s aimnThey’ll try now to lock me downnIn this sunset gownnnThey put me in the skynIt’s for my guy, it’s for my guynThis penitence of flightnThis contraband and sighnnHere I lienHere I lienHere I lie