The ground beneath my feet is falling, crumbling, snatched away
And no, I don’t like this, not at all
What once was solid beneath my feet
Is now nothing more than empty space
With nothing holding us up but a tank of fuel
And a stranger in a room what seems a million miles away
With his flashing lights and fragile controls, who’s to say
That he won’t just let us fall
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
The ground beneath my feet is falling, crumbling, snatched away
And no, I don’t like this, not at all
What once was solid beneath my feet
Is now nothing more than empty space
With nothing holding us up but a tank of fuel
And a stranger in a room what seems a million miles away
With his flashing lights and fragile controls, who’s to say
That he won’t just let us fall
