Mayday our sights are all wrong
And I think we're going down
Your coming in loud and clear
About twenty feet from ground
But it's to late to bail out softly now
I can't believe this is happening to me now
Maybe our sights we're all wrong but I know we're going down
Let's burn these bridging together and enjoy disaster
Cause I think we're fallen apart
Let's burn these bridges and think of it after