I've said this all before
It still won't come out right
This hole in my chest that I can't quite describe
My head on shuffle, lost in the clouds
Ladies and gentlemen, we're going down, we're going down

On the surface so cool and collected
But in my head I'm dropping bombs
You better believe that when the target is me
I've got the sharpest shot around
Direct hit, the engines given out
Danger, Danger! We're going down

Break through the clouds the end is near
(The ground is fast approaching)
The Earth begins to reappear
(Locked in this tailspin, we won't walk away from this tonight)
Every time I try to fly, it seems I'm pulled back to the ground

Sift through my ashes

Break through the clouds the end is near
(The ground is fast approaching)
The Earth begins to reappear
(Locked in this tailspin, we won't walk away from this tonight)
Every time I try to fly, it seems I'm pulled back to the ground

I've done this all before
But it still won't turn out right
This hole in my head that I cannot deny
My head on shuffle, lost in the clouds
Ladies and gentlemen I'll see you on the ground