I'm sorry that your body tells your mind to ache
Halfway home, I remember how I loathe your pain
If he was riding shotgun, I'd floor it off this bridge
In flight I close my eyes
Save me, hold on tight
On impact, all goes black
I wake up on the shore
Commercial plane cuts through
Cotton candy clouds
Violently tearing pieces
Bleeding sunshine through
The heat slips through my cuts
Who's the savior now?
Lying down
Ask the sun to heal our bodies
Hold on tight
We might just be alright
We might just be alright
We might just be alright
We might just be alright
