Lyrics
turnstiles on mezzanine, jet waves and dramamine fiends, and x-ray machines, you were hurling through space, g-forces twisting your face, breeding superstition, a fatal premonition, you know you got to envision, the fiery crash, oh close your eyes and you wake up, face stuck to a vinyl settee, oh the line was starting to break up, just as you were starting to say, something apropos i don't know, beige tiles and magazines, lou dobbs and the cnn team, on every monitor screen, you were caught in the crossfire, where every human face, has you reaching for your mace, so it's kind of an imposition, fatal premonition, to save our lives you've got to envision, to save all our lives you've got to envision, and to save all our lives you've got to envision, the fiery crash, it's just a formality, why must i explain?, just a nod to mortality, before you get on a plane, oh close your eyes and you wake up, face stuck to a vinyl settee, oh the line was starting to break up, what was that you were going to say?
Song details
Artist: bird, andrew