become the warm jets

oh i can hear it when that old song starts to play

cutting through my body in familiar ways

well is it me or is it you who can't relate?

'cause i can feel it

when those warm jets take me away

the useless seems to matter more and more

all my life is just something i can't ignore

consumed and enthused by all that came before

'cause i can feel it

when those warm jets start to roar

give me everything i ever need

or just enough so i can go to sleep

well is it me or is it you who came to see

the scene when all those warm jets swallow me