Pilot To Base

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