FAIRWELL MADISON LYRICS

"One, Two, Parachutes"

We'll catch these fragments of your ship
Just try not to cut your hand
As you fly on past these four propeller blades
You were subject to the flack
But you never turned around
For what reason I will never know
Fire in your fuel spillage
Only oil to put it out
And from up here I watch you explode
'Cuz I'm not old enough to be
Shooting kites onto the sea
My fuels running out
I will learn some how
One, two, parachutes
If you're floating, I could ask you
I hope you save me
But now I'm sure you're escaping
But now I'm sure you're escaping
So I'm not old enough to be
Shooting kites into the sea
My fuels running out
Like off this bandit on the run
All my friends are in the ground
Should I try and catch my prize
Or save my life and turn around?
Should I turn around?
Should I turn around?
Should I turn around?
'Cuz I'm not old enough to be
Shooting kites into the sea
My fuel's running out
I will live somehow.

Thanks to bdimter for these lyrics

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