Mayday our sights are all wrong

and I think we're going down

Your coming in loud and clear

about twenty feet from ground

but it's to late to bail out softly now

I can't believe this is happening to me now

Maybe our sights we're all wrong but I know we're going down

Let's burn these bridging together and enjoy disaster

cause I think we're fallen apart

let's burn these bridges and think of it after