The birds attacked my hot air balloon
Their shrieks heard over the torch
These skies belong to them
So I begin my descent
The wind keeps my eyes from being opened
So in roaring dark
I plummet quietly
And try to think of nothing
A breath has been hanging and securely from a hook
A wild swipe at control to see which takes me first
I could see your house from here if I bothered to look
Oh, without light, all I can do is think of those birds
