Remembering eye brushes no obstacle

You feel nothing, nothing touches you

Nothing, nothing coming through

Disrupt this transmission

Blood money transfusion

Nor is that conclusion really true

You sell up your stocks and buy out your bonds

You're down to your socks and you're waving your wand

But it sure aint magic I guess you aint a real blonde

I wanted this to be

Something really fine

Starlight into mystery

Clock provides the time

Your canopy snaps and your engine is gone

Your altitude drops and you've lost all your guns

Your flying days are surely nearly done

Your goose is cooked and there's too many chiefs

Spoiling the rot that the Indians eat

Can I have some more, just leave off that meat

You fall from a dream into your bed and scream

You fall from a scream into your bed and dream

Wreckage from another crash

Litter under camouflage

Wreckage from another crash

Reckon it involved you