airplane to heaven

The airplane mode is on right now,
The stars start to take my soul away.
The last breath I took and closed my eyes,
The time is here, hello to heavens beds.

We're flying to heaven. [4]
Is it so soft, oh, these bible sheets?
Are they so close to me, so I can touch their hands.
Just look into their eyes, they know everything,
We've never found the answer, but it is there.
We're flying to heaven. [4]
Oh, these pillows made of clouds,
Oh, these apples made of the love.
We're always will have this vibrant youth,
Here's your ticket to the street of stars,
Stop making fool of yourself - living under the rules of the earth.

We're looking for the theasure on the ground, but the more we have, the more it took away,
And it is always not enough.
Put your hands around your neck, and show to those people, that you're not afraid.
Then get out of the hole, where people cry alone, feel yourself in your hands, and turn the airplane mode on.

We're flying to heaven. [4]
Is it so soft, oh, these bible sheets?
Are they so close to me, so I can touch their hands.
Just look into their eyes, they know everything,
We've never found the answer, but it is there.
We're flying to heaven. [4]
Oh, these pillows made of clouds,
Oh, these apples made of the love.
We're always will have this vibrant youth,
Here's your ticket to the street of stars,
Stop making fool of yourself - living under the rules of the earth.