Pilot To Base - The Morning Of

Pilot to base.

flight 13 is falling fast

We’ve lost power and

I don’t know how much longer we will last

And won’t it be a beautiful sight

A single streak of fire moving

Across the amber sky knowing im in side

Chances are I won’t survive

And when they find this black box in the sea

I hope they see it’s you not me

Because they never «meant it anyway»

We’re falling faster to the ground

And when we crash I hope it doesn’t make a sound

Because they never know «what to say»

And won’t it be a beautiful sight

A single streak of fire moving

Across the amber sky knowing im in side

Chances are I won’t survive

You used to command this flight

But now its my turn and I’m bringing her down fast

There’s 40 parachutes on this plane and you’re number 41

And won’t it be a beautiful sight

A single streak of fire moving

Across the amber sky knowing im in side

Chances are I won’t survive