Well, here we are, adrift again I can taste the spit in the oxygen The pilot’s song forgotten that he ought To fear the awful, trembling hand of God
And I hope that this plane goes down So I can see who comes to mind So I can see who comes to mind
Well, I can crack a smile and I’m alright I’m just so tired of feeling tired The cockroach floating dead in a cocktail Sedated in a cherry underworld Thoughts are leaking out a dry and gaping mouth
And I hope that this plane goes down So I can see who comes to mind So I can see who comes to mind
And I hope that this plane goes down So I can see you one last time So I can see you one last time
And dream away And dream away And dream away And dream away