Wide eyed
Knee deep in surprise
Just below your thighs
The temperature drops 5 degrees
Your stand-by flight
Has just arrived

Tough tied
Bleeding from your eyes
Even Christ himself
Would cringe at the sight of your scares
While your counting sheep
I'll count my lucky stars

You were the last good thing I ever saw
I lost it all
I lost it all!

Burned out on 2 hours of shut eye
Eyes glazed at the thought of the next 8 hours
Headwind
Cold rain to wake me

You were the last good thing I ever saw

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Writer(s): DANIEL MICHAEL ANDRIANO, DEREK R. GRANT, MATTHEW THOMAS SKIBA