Woorden: Senses Fail. Life Is Not A Waiting Room. DB Cooper.

I'm leaving home
Above the clouds with silver wings
I feel my guts slowly drop as engines sing
My teeth are clenched
'Cause gravity is defied
I'm at a place where I feel dead inside

I know I can take back what I never lend
'Cause all my plan is crushed in the end

Desperate
As I slip the screws out from the seat
I need a way to breathe
The wind
Takes the fusell lodge from the tail piece
I hope it sets me free

With my nose pressed up to the window pane
I lost the lights so now they dance in rain
I breathe out to make a canvis for your name
I can't realise my shoulders carry the blame

I know I can take back what I never lend
'Cause all my plan is crushed in the end

Desperate
As I slip the screws out from the seat
I need a way to breathe
The wind
Takes the fusell lodge from the tail piece
I hope it sets me free

I look below and way the rip
And now the bag is up, I'll be dropping wind

I'm diseased just like my father
He says it comes from my mother
I hope my son does not catch it

Look at what I have to do to survive
I hurt myself just to feel alive
I don't know if I'll make it back home
'Cause I don't know if there's no hope left there
Everyone's looking for someway
I am looking for the one way out
I've been wasting my time
Standing in line
And this is what life is all about

Desperate
As I slip the screws out from the seat
I need a way to breathe
The wind
Takes the fusell lodge from the tail piece
I hope it sets me free