andrew bird
fiery crash
Two stars are missing me Jet waves are driving me Things in nicer motions We are hauling to space G force is twisting the faith with superstition A fatal premonition You know you've got to envision The fiery crash Oh, close your eyes and you wake up Face stuck to a vinyl settee Oh, a lot is starting to break off Just as you were starting to say So dare, apropos, I don't know These childs in magazines Blue doves in the sea on and devote every monitor screen You were caught in the cross fire Where every human face is reaching for your knees or ears Delivering position, a fatal premonition 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 Or must I explain, just a nod to mortality Before you get on and before you get on a plane Oh, close your eyes and you wake up Face stuck to a vinyl settee Oh, a lot is starting to break off What was that you were going to say?