Eingang

I would never choose to land at all

But in the end I never had a choice

I would choose to sail above the

Atmosphere

And let the ether take my voice

Incoming, bloody as cherry pie

I thought I would never get the

Opportunity

To use the landing gear

I thought I would sail infinitely

And let my body turn to atmosphere

Incoming, bloody as cherry pie

Find a needle in a haystack

Slice a piece of cherry pie

Eat a cherry in the haystack

Find the needle in your eye

Incoming, bloody as cherry pie