Из альбома: The Drop to the Top
We fell across the borderline
disintegrate a little bit at a time
nobody there to hear the sound
of what I had smashing into de ground
Yeah, stuck in the middle of you
taking a shot at the truth
but I had no proof
in your eyes
We just pretended not to know
that we were twisting through the cold
The captain's dead at the controls
Nothing to do but to wait around
pick it apart looking down at the clouds
nobody there to see the leaves
burning away, swirling off of the trees
Yeah, you know I wanted to stay
as I was walking away
disappearing in the gray
of my mind
We just pretended not to know
that we were twisting through the cold
The captain's dead at the controls
The captain's dead at the controls