Cotton-like clouds
floating around
everything’s picture perfect
but dust settles down
cleaning takes time
and there‘s a storm approaching

all your hope is placed on
overheated engines

the pilots are trying
but planes keep on crashing
and I watch them falling
down

once my whole life
now out of sight
I have a faint suspicion
no solid ground
fog all around
creating a blurry vision

poor consolation
but you‘re the exception

the pilots are trying
but planes keep on crashing
and I watch them falling
down

hijacking planes just to see if you‘ll be in one
all the questions are pointed at us like a loaded gun
who was at fault, who could‘ve done more than running off and pray
it‘ll be okay?

in my hands are the fragments of all we used to be
fighting the urge to tell you about my day
I could grab the phone and get carried away, but what’s left to say
anyway?

the pilots are trying
but planes keep on crashing
and I watched you falling
down