Thursday

Lyrics

Maintain the bearing that you left with:
Fifteen degrees north of anywhere.
Try not to feel the shake in your hands.
Just close your eyes and go fast to the END.
Breathe in the white clouds
And wait.
Freeze out the world with
Ice crystals on the windscreen
And you're in the pilots chair.
Mayday, ground control to no one:
Empty the seats and put away the maps.
You've been away past the far horizons
Close your eyes and sleep
Fast to the end
Faster