If you can summon the strength, tow me I can’t hold down the urgency You’ve got to make your descent, slowly And oil up those sticky keys.
Coax me out my low And have a spin of my propeller.
It is a necessary, evil No cause for emergency Borrow the beak of a bald, eagle Oh, momentary synergy.
Coax me out my low Sink into tomorrow Coax me out my low And have a spin of my propeller
My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own. When are you arriving? My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own. When are you arriving? My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own/ When are you arriving? My propeller.