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