Spitfire - Wil
She looks just like an angel
Falling from the sun
Her wing tips both on fire
Impressing everyone
Trailing smoke behind her
Blackens out the sun
Amber lights reflecting
Over everyone
Oh Lord
Through she burns so bright
Yes
It hurts my eyes
To see
The way
My have been
I know that some day soon
I'll hold my head up high
Watch my sweet angel
Fall out of the sky
I hope that day she does not
Pass me by
And my falling angel
She waves goodbye
Oh Lord
Oh she burns so bright
Yes
It hurts my eyes
To see
The way
It had to be