Much Too Much

Unwound

A Cleansed Land

Train To Nowhere

All the Time

Gun Named Trouble

Collision Course

Thank You Note

Fighting the stick to keep us on course
Never should have come this far… solo
Over my shoulder I see the rudder fall
Grab your pack boys, it’s time to go

Floating on the clouds Drifting through the air
Peaceful sounds everywhere
Falling into paris
Not here not there
Just falling into paris

I am, Falling into paris
Oh, falling into paris
just, Falling into paris
Oh, falling into paris
Just, Falling into paris
Oh, falling into paris

Black smoke pours out of my engines
Nobody should be alone when they die
No way to pull out of this tail spin
Grab your pack boys, it’s time to fly

Riddled with holes… prop to tail
Too many near misses for me to ignore
Let myself down for the very last time
Grab your pack boys, it’s time to soar

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