The Pilots Pen
All we are is part of one
A speckle of dusk, a small risk apart
The shades between dusk, purple and blue
If I could have but one new love per month
Kiss of passion for every sun
Mirrors of hope towards an obscured mask
Black rust settles upon shallow capsules
of Shadows and distrust
Eyes lined at the cusp
A far distance from ground
Can anybody hear me around
The sight of airplanes of complaint
So quaint the sounds
This is your pilot speaking
And we seem to be hitting high levels of turbulence
May day! May day! We're going down!
You're all fast asleep
Zombies drinking down the past of pain
We're sinking now beneath the clouds
Straight down towards the screaming crowds
Your nightmare of now
As I calmly say into the microphone
This is your pilot speaking, and we're going down
A speckle of dusk, a small risk apart
The shades between dusk, purple and blue
If I could have but one new love per month
Kiss of passion for every sun
Mirrors of hope towards an obscured mask
Black rust settles upon shallow capsules
of Shadows and distrust
Eyes lined at the cusp
A far distance from ground
Can anybody hear me around
The sight of airplanes of complaint
So quaint the sounds
This is your pilot speaking
And we seem to be hitting high levels of turbulence
May day! May day! We're going down!
You're all fast asleep
Zombies drinking down the past of pain
We're sinking now beneath the clouds
Straight down towards the screaming crowds
Your nightmare of now
As I calmly say into the microphone
This is your pilot speaking, and we're going down
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