Remembering eye brushes no obstacle 
You feel nothing, nothing touches you 
Nothing, nothing coming through 
Disrupt this transmission 
Blood money transfusion 
Nor is that conclusion really true 
You sell up your stocks and buy out your bonds 
You're down to your socks and you're waving your wand 
But it sure ain't magic I guess you ain't a real blonde 

I wanted this to be 
Something really fine 
Starlight into mystery 
Clock provides the time 

Your canopy snaps and your engine is gone 
Your altitude drops and you've lost all your guns 
Your flying days are surely nearly done 
Your goose is cooked and there's too many chiefs 
Spoiling the rot that the Indians eat 
Can I have some more, just leave off that meat 
You fall from a dream into your bed and scream 
You fall from a scream into your bed and dream 

Wreckage from another crash 
Litter under camouflage 
Wreckage from another crash 
Reckon it involved you