fiery crash

turnstiles on mezzanine

jet waves and dramamine fiends

and x-ray machines

you were hurling through space

g-forces twisting your face

breeding superstition

a fatal premonition

you know you got to envision

the fiery crash

oh close your eyes and you wake up

face stuck to a vinyl settee

oh the line was starting to break up

just as you were starting to say

something apropos i don't know

beige tiles and magazines

lou dobbs and the cnn team

on every monitor screen

you were caught in the crossfire

where every human face

has you reaching for your mace

so it's kind of an imposition

fatal premonition

to save our lives you've got to envision

to save all our lives you've got to envision

and to save all our lives you've got to envision

the fiery crash

it's just a formality

why must i explain?

just a nod to mortality

before you get on a plane

oh close your eyes and you wake up

face stuck to a vinyl settee

oh the line was starting to break up

what was that you were going to say?