Making Dens - Mystery Jets

I have a plane

One of the few

With roundels on its wings

Lullaby for me and for you

When it flies high it sings

Rock me to sleep

With que sara

Dear monde do you suppose?

As I feel my eyelids close

The other side is not so far

I dug a hole

Under the ground

And made myself a den

It’s there that I can be found

Not if you return but when

There’s a place

A place called Hell

Spend some time there

In the dark I cast a spell

To bury all

All of my fears

Oh D… (?)

Oh D…

Oh D…

I would but I couldn’t spell your name

Once I fell from a great height

'Are you ready?

I’ve come for you'

A voice spoke from the graveyard (?)

'Not yet' I said

'Got some things to do.'

And all this time I’ve been making dens

And I’m still making them now

And I know, I know

I can never make ammends

But I’ve got to reach you somehow

I can tie my laces (Ohh Oh)

On my own shoes and I can (Ohh Oh)

Count up to to thirty too

Oh D… (?)

Oh D…

Oh D…

I would but I couldn’t spell your name

I’m sorry

There are so few words

I waited

A long time

And I never, never came back

I see you often

In everyday places

I want to … (?)

But I can’t find the words

But I can’t find the words

And I can’t find the words

Oh I can’t find the words

And I can’t find the words

And I can’t find the words

They won’t come

(La la la la la)