There are twelve more days before take off and three more hours to hear a flop, When chassis hit, they hit the ground, you are in doubt there is another round, The boarding is not complete; someone is missing in a cockpit, There are no shelters for ya, comes a touch of slightest paranoia, Light are spotting little houses, now that feel – you are going down.
A shadow of tension is running back and forth, slipping under closed doors, The boarding is not complete; someone is missing in a cockpit, There are no shelters for ya, comes a touch of slightest paranoia, Light are spotting little houses, now that feel – you are going down.
Revelation for revelation to a stranger next to you, Feel this tension, do you feel this tension, there no sarcastic views, And your hands are held tight, there`s no sense of self importance, It`s a real trap, smashing, shaking, pitching vortex.