Thirty-five Thousand Feet Of Despair Songtext

Another moth disintegrates
hovering in the beam of a searchlights
that's looking for a trace of a plane
whose pilot it's a shame has gone insane.

You can see the silhouette across the moon
he hung himself mid-flight in the bathroom.

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