bomber shot down

Michael Andrews - Mad World All around me are familiar faces; worn out planes, worn out places Bright and early for their daily missions; into Europe, into Europe The tears are filling up their goggles; no expression, no expression Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow; no tomorrow, no tomorrow And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I ever had I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to think W