State Shirt - Back to the Airplanes lyrics

Fourteen miles on the run Maybe it's time we turn back It's amazing anyone Survived that ma**ive attack Eight hundred seventy thousand pounds Take off without a care It's a drag how we find out The elements that make us bare Back to the airplanes we must go A thousand gallons of jet fuel in the snow The man who sat right next to me i didn't know Might not have any feelings left to show Twisted wreckage scraped down to the bone Somehow even with you i feel alone Must walk faster Help is surely on the way There, i can see the rescue crew! Wave your arms, they'll see you. I'm right here, why won' t you help me! help me. Back to the airplanes we must go Dripping blood all the way through the snow The man who sat right next to me i didn't know Might not have any feelings left to show Twisted wreckage scraped down to the bone Somehow even with you i feel alone There i lay. Close my own eyes. "tray table up" Was that my last thought? What was my last thought? Fade out all i've sought Stare down my old face I don't know my place.