Boxes

We're gonna crash and burn
Don't deny it
In the peak
Of the storm
We did board as one
Through the awning
In the bleach
Of the cold
Let's go down so we can hear what glory say
So we can work it out
Let's go down so we can hear what glory say
So we can work it out
Cause those bitter skies are made to turn us round
Please don't touch us down
Don't let the wheels come under
Cause I can't let you out
We don't need to die
Unless you want it
But our wings
Are torn
We dont need to climb through the jury
Of the touch and go
Cause those bitter skies are made to turn us round
Please don't touch us down
Don't let the wheels come under
Cause I can't let you out
There's a ripple in the cold black cloud
So that we can work it out
And climb away
So we can work it out
And climb away
So we can work it out