Chris "Frenchie" Smith - Flying Model Rockets lyrics

[Chorus] Flying model rockets own the sky In the backyard next to mine I get these strange phone calls at night With no one on the other side My brother's friend explains to me With breathless words, bloody knees It's a black eyed trust, respect with pain A love that I'll learn when I've been through the same When I've been through the same. (x2) [Verse 1] And there's nothing in California That you could not learn to hate here Questions will all still be waiting for you Answers will only be less clear It's hard to say what I would do If I was back a year or two Look at our plans, try to understand What could have happened to all of them To all of them Oh, to all of them [Chorus] Flying model rockets own the sky In the backyard next to mine I get these strange phone calls at night With no one on the other side My brother's friend explains to me With breathless words, bloody knees It's a black eyed trust, respect my pain A love that I'll learn once I've been through the same When I've been through the same When I have been through the same [Outro] Whoa-oa-oa (x3)