The Last Plane Out of Saigon - The Crimea

The first leaves of autumn have fallen from space

The nicotine stains

Carved into my memory

To your strange ways, I swore allegiance

Keep travelling east so it never goes dark

Follow your heart

Wherever ever the damn thing goes

I’m sorry,

Just don’t wanna be alone

Ten thousand years of solitude

I’m better with you, I’m better without you

Be my lover

Last night I dreamed we could taste victory

Close to heaven, on earth heaven

Last night I dreamed we were passengers on

The last plane, out of Saigon