We taxied from the comfort zone into the pitch black sky.

Don’t look down, kiss our common ground goodbye.

The strip shrinks away from us,

I sense turbulence,

We’re gonna crash, crash!

We took a nosedive.

Jumped off the deep, deep end, plunged in,

And took a nosedive.

Into the deep, deep black, we hit

Rock bottom, but we made it back.

Oh, and we clash, and we crash again!

The hard landing, oh.

Ever since take-off your heart has been in flight mode.

Ever since day one you always want the last word.

It’s a free fall with a view,

First-class seats for two

In hell, hell.