Thirty-Five Thousand Feet of Despair (Stereo Remix)

Another moth disintegrates Hovering In the beam of a searchlight That's looking for a trace of a plane Whose pilot, it's a shame Has gone insane You can see a silhouette Across the moon He hung himself mid-flight In the bathroom Why is it so high? Why is it so much? Why is it so high? And why is it so much?