Στοίχοι: Years Around The Sun. Warm Jets.

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