Do you ever wonder about your one last flight
When you soar though the moon-lit night...

There you are
your hair like gold...

Here we are above the earth
Away from the business of the world...

I often wonder what makes a hero?
What is a hero...

Floating into the abyss
wishing i could swim...

The smell of paradise in the sky
Ocean mist upon the sun...

My End Is Near
Like a ship sinking bringing down its souls...