I have a plane,   One of the few  With roundels on it's wings.  Lullaby for me and for you,   When it flys high it sings    Rock me to sleep  With que sara,   Dear monde do you suppose?  As I feel my eyelids close,   The otherside is not so far.    I dug a hole  Under the ground  And made myself a den.  It's there that I can be found,   Not if you return but when.    There's a place  A place called Hell,   Spend some time there,   In the dark I cast a spell  To bury all,   All of my fears.    Oh D... (?)  Oh D...   Oh D...   I would but I couldn't spell your name.    Once I fell from a great height,   'Are you ready? I've come for you'  A voice spoke from the graveyard (?)  'Not yet' I said,   'Got some things to do.'    And all this time I've been making dens,   And I'm still making them now.  And I know, I know  I can never make ammends,   But I've got to reach you somehow.    I can tie my laces (Ohh Oh)  On my own shoes and I can (Ohh Oh)  Count up to to thirty too.    Oh D... (?)  Oh D...   Oh D...   I would but I couldn't spell your name.    I'm sorry  There are so few words  ... (?)  I waited  A long time  And I never, never came back.  I see you often  In everyday places  I want to... (?)  But I can't find the words.  But I can't find the words.  And I can't find the words  Oh I can't find the words.  And I can't find the words.  And I can't find the words.  They won't come.    (La la la la la)