Permission now to let this thing land
I'm too far gone to know where I am
Conditions are worse than we planned
Permission now to let this thing land
Heading straight into the blackness
Beyond the point of ever turning back
Slipping off the radar through a hole in space
Goes the passenger sitting backwards
Adam took the apple
Maybe a rumble
Maybe nothing more
Maybe a thunder
There before she blows
(I can't figure this out right now I will later)
then it changes back
Into the furnace of red twilight
Threading like a needle through searchlights
Fading further and spinning right