air traffic control I'm coming down
was waiting on your word
flying round and round
this may not be the best timing
but the heavens are full
and I need the ground
take off your oxygen masks
and your life jackets please
there'll be only pain if you survive the seas
kiss your neighbor goodbye
and let go of your seats
let go of your seats
empty promises
false words that you said
come tumbling down
from bins overhead
bones broken and scarred
hearts opened and marred
and still from below
you know who you are
you know who you are
you know who you are
so let go of your seats
let go of seats
air traffic control I'm coming down
the heavens are full and I need the ground
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