I remember, we were flying low,
And hit something in the air
Laying here, looking at the ceiling,
Someone lays a sheet across my chest.
Something warm is flowing down my fingers
Pain is flowing all through my back.
I try to move my arm and there's no feeling
And when I look, I see there's nothing there.
A face beside me stopped the totally bleedin
The girl I knew has such a distant stare.
I remember, we were flying a-low,
And hit something in the air.
Then I look straight at the attendant,
His face was pale as it could be
He bends and whispers something softly,
He said "there's no chance for me".
I remember, we were flying a-low,
And hit something in the air.
Life is flowing out my body,
Pain is flowing out with my blood.
The sheets are red and moist where I'm lyin
God in Heaven, teach me how to die.
I remember, we were flying a-low,
And hit something in the air.
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