Travel Is Dangerous - Mogwai

Who might know of this?

The notes we left

Our final thoughts

And we knew they’d get ours out

Sink, sink

Drowned by our country

Old machine

Is crushed and forgotten

Never surface again

The air runs out

The captain’s first

So we take to memories

And layers of clothes

Up there the family weeps

Outside we heard hammers

Noises sound like the end

And we will never see them

Sink, sink

Drowned by our country

Great machine

Distrust, old and rotten

Never surface again