Thirty-Five Thousand Feet of Despair

Lyrics for Thirty-Five Thousand Feet of Despair

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 the 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 Why is it so much