Martin Tielli
Boss! The plane! I see the plane come with supplies, now we don't die.
It comes out of the blue and into the gray below.
d**h... you know? An arm in the snow froze to a stick,
Carving an "S" and "O"... Oh.
When I get happy again I long to see you let me in.
You've got the key to my heart. You've got the P.I.N. to my guts.
I've got a dream. I've got a plan: I leave this world, live off the land.
Once I get good. Once I get better.
God bless the plane that came with supply. Now we don't die.
We go out of the gray and into the blue above.
When I get happy again, I'll just go back and try it again.
When I get happy again, I'll long to see you let me in.
You've got the key to my heart. You've got the P.I.N. to my guts.
The fire that burns without a flame.
The fire that don't need oxygen.
The fire the fire the fire the fire.
The fire that don't need anything.