Feeling Ugly, Looking pretty 
Yellow Ribbons, Black Graffiti 
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 halos 
Five to seven 
In this white robe 
Through the darkness 
Paragliding 
Back to heaven 

Flying Bullets 
Hit the targets 
Wings and halos 
Five to seven 
In this white robe 
Through the darkness 
Paragliding 
Back to heaven

Time is running, we are sitting 
Back together just for splitting 
You are crying in the corner 
Always next and never former 
Open up and let me hear it 
Former body, future spirit 
Brain is useless, chair is rocking 
Open doors for dead man walking

Flying Bullets 
Hit the targets 
Wings and halos 
Five to seven 
In this white robe 
Through the darkness 
Paragliding 
Back to heaven

Flying Bullets 
Hit the targets 
Wings and halos 
Five to seven 
In this white robe 
Through the darkness 
Paragliding 
Back to heaven