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After the tailspin, they'll find a flight simulator | Loaded into my device | And they'll wonder why I just sat there
After the tailspin, they'll find a flight simulator Loaded into my device And they'll wonder why I just sat there And gave up without a fight And all the birds they won't stop laughing At the folly of the human race Coz we thought that we were angels We watched particles accelerate And if I can't land it then I'll fuck it Right through my exes garage And when I'm comatose, it'll be Her voice that guides me through the panic And I'll activate the landing gear As the scenery loads in I've seen pixilated cities Notified my next of kin And all this could just be fabricated In a backlot in LA With a television hypnotist Playing God to compensate Can anybody land this thing? Shouts a voice from the abyss Too scared to ask for evidence I'm too confident to miss Because it ain't about experience If your numbers have come in I could kick a thousand buckets If the world wants me to live And I visualise the impact That first biting of the breaks I've landed biplanes in antarctica Flown straight through hurricanes And so, I look at all the buttons They're all crystalline and new And a voice over the radio Introduces me to you I say yeah, I think I got this I've been flying my whole life I'm the luckiest that I've ever been And I've been looking out for signs And I see the blinking runway And the lights between the waves I hold all the hands I never held And in the clouds, I see your face You're sort of laughing at the drama Like you knew it all along All those little signs that we ignored They couldn't possibly be wrong And I screwed up all my horoscopes Coz I listened to the birds Activate the landing gear Hold me close Waiting for it Lean into it And I see the blinking runway And the lights between the waves I hold all the hands I never held And in the clouds, I see your face You're sort of laughing at the drama Like you knew it all along And those little signs that we ignored They couldn't possibly be wrong And I screwed up all my horoscopes Coz I listened to the birds Yeah, I listened to the birds Yeah, I listened to the birds And the options are endless aren't they really The sun low but still roaring on the final descent I love that strip of moorland Rolling and beautiful and endless Kinda like us ... that's us, isn't it? I'm waiting on the afterglow I'm waiting on the afterglow I'm waiting on the afterglow Then I'm with you I'm waiting on the afterglow I'm waiting on the afterglow I'm waiting on the afterglow Then I'm with you I'm waiting on the afterglow I'm waiting on the afterglow I'm waiting on the afterglow Then I'm with you I'm waiting on the afterglow I'm waiting on the afterglow I'm waiting on the afterglow Then I'm with you Activate the landing gear Hold me close Do your worst
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