No Net

Dead upon the water or was it sand?
A difficult landing caught us off guard
Our faces had new masks, they weren’t the same
And our names seemed to reveal meaning
I’m stuck with Adaline, Cunningham and Turner
Spitting moths as they crack up
With a simple yes or no we’d have been O. k
Attitude and green put us in this heap
I’m a tightrope walker. No net!
I’m a tightrope walker. No net!
I’m a tightrope walker. No net!
I’m a tightrope walker. No net!
Adaline’s blaming others for what they’ve done
Cunningham’s stashing rations
Turner’s looking like he’s had a revelation
And I’m trying to hold on tight
Scattered pieces are all around
The only light is coming from a hazard flash
But I guess things could be worse
I could be spitting moths, cracking up
I’m a tightrope walker. No net!
I’m a tightrope walker. No net!
I’m a tightrope walker. No net!
I’m a tightrope walker. No net!
Sirens warning
Sirens warning
Sirens warning
Sirens warning
Isolated in this tank such different minds
And we all have to pull it together
Put aside our differences to stay alive
Put it in the bag on the other side
Is it me on the other side?
Is it me on the other side?