From here, the world fits in-between my fingers
The silence is a silence you can feel
These dials determine altitude and distance Flashing lights give one a sense of ultimate control
Spoiler alert, the movie you're about to see
Is one that we've seen a thousand times before
I can't think of an easy way to say this, so here I go
If you hear this then I'm gone, it's not your fault
I was on my way out anyway
In the end we are all just particles
Trying to catch the light or someone's eye
Goodbye
You're barely even recognised in your own home town
Til the headlines read that you're gone
Said Claude Monet to Paul Cezanne as we're tearing through the aurora borealis
Til we're gone