I've said this all before It still won't come out right This hole in my chest that I can't quite describe My head on shuffle, lost in the clouds Ladies and gentlemen, we're going down, we're going down On the surface so cool and collected But in my head I'm dropping bombs You better believe that when the target is me I've got the sharpest shot around Direct hit, the engines given out Danger, Danger! We're going down Break through the clouds the end is near (The ground is fast approaching) The Earth begins to reappear (Locked in this tailspin, we won't walk away from this tonight) Every time I try to fly, it seems I'm pulled back to the ground Sift through my ashes Break through the clouds the end is near (The ground is fast approaching) The Earth begins to reappear (Locked in this tailspin, we won't walk away from this tonight) Every time I try to fly, it seems I'm pulled back to the ground I've done this all before But it still won't turn out right This hole in my head that I cannot deny My head on shuffle, lost in the clouds Ladies and gentlemen I'll see you on the ground