Texty: Damien Saez. Helicopters.

I don't know for sure
You look like an angel
Is it such a crime
Just pack up your things
Babe before the city lights up
Before they find us
Before they find out
That we've crossed the line
Is it such a crime
The hell with them all yeah
The hell with them all
They won't leave us alone
They won't leave us alone
I wish we could die with you in my arms
And me in your arms and then...
Helicopters all over the sky tracking us
Fire in the sky fire in the sky
Holding your hand we got no choice but run away
Tears in our hearts
Tears in our hearts
We are now on the roof of the empire
Look how the sun shines
How the sun shines
This is the final breath
This is the final cut
Time to crash-land
Time to crash-land
Falling to a higher ground
Elevating from the clouds
Buildings wheeling around
Your face is so peaceful now
This is the final breath
This is the final breath
All we have to do is
Follow the light
Follow the light
Falling to a higher ground
Elevating from the clouds
I wish
I wish we could die

(Grazie a Germain R. per questo testo)