Thursday - Fast to the End lyrics

Maintain the bearing that you left with Fifteen degrees north of anywhere Try not to feel the shake in your hands Just close your eyes and go fast to the end Breathe in the white clouds And wait Freeze out the world with Ice crystals on the windscreen And you're in the pilot's chair Mayday, ground control to no one Empty the seats and put away the maps You've been away past the far horizons Close your eyes and sleep Fast to the end Faster