a set of rules to crash and burn by

The art of the fall
Going down
I know it all
when engines fail you must comply
a set of rules to crash and burn by

we look good in the airport café

hardly intact
transit souls
unshaven ghosts
the poetry of nine hour days
we look good in the airport café

the world is wide and wondrous strange boy

loss of control
suits my style
you can but smile
looking for a chance to drown
the sun comes up i'm going down

hold me back, somebody…

See the sun rise twice today and
ten times this week
and i don't sleep
am I not chic?
i'm hardly lonely

hold me back, somebody…