The Plane

We're afraid to walk away
To see the plane cross our eye
All the bangs they seem to say, walk away
Walk away walk away

Turning in the wrong direction
Turning to the cold side of affection
Turning in the wrong direction
Turning to the poorest selection

Rain is on it's way
It's time to pray
And leave it all
Rein is on it's way
Who will survive?
Yes we can. Yes I can.

Turning in the wrong direction
Turning to the cold side of affection
Turning in the wrong direction
Turning to the poorest selection

Our mistake is on the plane
Carrying the millions slain
Our mistake is on the plane
Our ride reeled to life under a shadowed floor as Hearts stabbed with Spades
Way
Run away
Please do not stay a half step back from the door

2006 Piemerica-Incorperated-EternallyWritten by Emperor MAR
September 27, 2006
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