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Slung from the hoary heavens
With disbelief suspended
On a shining pendulum of faith
Hanging half awake and dreaming
Of burning cities gleaming
Beneath a sky of ash and slate
And as the fuselage goes dark
You're thinking ain't it funny
Still owe some people money
It's hard to keep from laughing
No smoking sign is flashing
Your mask descends without a sound
Your starboard hope receding
Even the sky is bleeding
You sure could use a smoke right now
And all the people wave their arms
But you can't hear them screaming
You're floating through the ceiling
There's no gravity that can bring you down again
It's almost over now
And you hope they don't wake you up
Now the sun is shining
Somewhere the sun is shining
But it sure ain't shining on you now
- Álbum:
- Trance Top 100, Vol. 4
- Mountain
- International Orange
- The Golden Hour
- The Ponzi Scheme
- Get off the Cross, We Need the Wood for the Fire
- Miscellaneous
- Get Off the Cross
- Ox-Compilation #103
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 143
- Bloodshot Records Sampler 12
- International Orange!
- A Little Revolution
- Songs We Should Have Written
- Psychopharmacology
- The Man on the Burning Tightrope
- Get Out of My Head
- VISIONS: All Areas, Volume 24
- CMJ New Music Monthly, Volume 115: August 2003
- Clay Pigeons