A phrase of movement in the sky
A phase of atonement in my eyes
Sometimes I think if I went back
The glow you felt would rush through
And bridge the gap between the curb and your car
I hope that I don't get sick while plotting out my next path
I hope it's not too bad
Or the glow it'll start to flow through
And bridge the gap between their falling limbs
Sometimes I think I should get off this plane before we crash