Warm Jets 歌词

All of the gauges point to hope but slowly fade away Even the most elaborate plan couldn't save us now On this the day we dance to find repair It's out last bright sign We blind the flame but still the fire burns as we dive to earth Heart slow, heads in hand I never knew we'd have to fall so far It's the means that makes the end Burn down, build it up I never want to make the fire start Curse the hand that hurts Burn down, my warm jets This is my plane, this is my role Have to go, pass it on I know my fate lies in this machine And there is no time for crying The lines are traces on sky in smoke alone as they fade away In time you hear the cheers on the parade They know you're gone.