I swear this plane is going down
Brace yourself, this is not a drill
This is the way that I dream of going out
And in this moment, I see my life flash before my eyes (Before my eyes)
And the best I'll be dead 'til they see
That's a waste, there's a waste

Ten thousand feet in the air
And as we're falling faster, the thought of you begins
Ten thousand feet in the air
And as we're falling faster, the thought of you begins (Whoa)
Ten thousand feet in the air
And as we're falling faster, the thought of you begins
I wish there was a way, to let you know (A way to let you know)
I wish there was a way to let you know

I am the living dead
I see my fate and yours look just like mine
I know you think that they're still upon us
I got news for you
We're so fucked
We are the living dead, we are the living dead,
We are the living dead, we are the living dead

I'm writing you a letter, I hope it falls right down in your hands
At least you'll know exactly what I feel if it all goes to plan
I see you know the better tear in every single bell of lies
No delusion will save your senses hope in disguise

Why can't you see, that I fear for the worst
This is what I gave, I'm on your side

Ten thousand feet in the air
And as we're falling faster, the thought of you begins
Ten thousand feet in the air
And as we're falling faster, the thought of you begins
Whoa

Brace yourself, this is not a drill
This is the way that I dream of going out
And in this moment, I see my life flash before my eyes (Before my eyes)
And the best I'll be dead til they see
That's a waste, there's a waste

Ten thousand feet in the air
And as we're falling faster, the thought of you begins
I wish there was a way, to let you know
I wish there was a way to let you know

Copyright: KILLPHONIC
Writer(s): Andrew Oliver, Brent Allen, Devin Oliver, Jeff Valentine, Jimmy Gregerson, Zach Johnson