After the tail spin they’ll find a flight simulator Loaded into my device And they’ll wonder why I just sat there And gave up without a fight And all the birds they won’t stop laughing At the folly of the human race ‘cause we thought that we were angels We watched particles accelerate And if I can’t land it then I’ll fuck it Right through my ex’s garage And when I’m comatose it’ll be her voice That guides me through the panic And I’ll activate the landing gear As the scenery loads in I’ve seen pixilated cities Notified my next of kin And all this could just be fabricated In a back lot in LA With a television hypnotist Playing God to compensate “Can anybody land this thing” Shouts a voice from the abyss I’m too scared to ask for evidence I’m too confident to miss Because it ain’t about experience If your numbers have come in I could kick a thousand buckets If the world wants me to live Then I visualise the impact The first biting of the brakes I’ve landed biplanes in Antarctica I’ve flown straight through hurricanes And so I look at all the buttons They’re all crystalline and new And a voice over the radio Introduces me to you I say “Yeah I think I’ve got this” I’ve been flying my whole life I’m the luckiest that I’ve ever been And I’ve been looking out for signs And I see the blinking runway And the lights between the waves I hold all the hands I’ve never held And in the clouds I see a face You’re sort of laughing at the drama Like you knew it all along All those little signs that we ignored They couldn’t they possibly be wrong And I screwed up all my horoscopes ‘cause I listened to the birds Activate the landing gear Hold me close Imogen and the Knife Waiting for it Waiting for it Waiting for it Waiting for it Waiting for it Lean in to it Waiting for it Lean in to it Waiting for it Waiting for it Waiting for it Waiting for it Waiting for it Lean in to it Waiting for it Lean in to it Waiting for it Waiting for it Waiting for it Waiting for it Waiting for it Lean in to it Waiting for it Lean in to it And I see the blinking runway And the lights between the waves I hold all the hands I’ve never held And in the clouds I see a face You’re sort of laughing at the drama Like you knew it all along And those little signs that we ignored They couldn’t they possibly be wrong And I screwed up all my horoscopes ‘cause I listened to the birds Yeah, I listened to the birds Yeah, I listened to the birds Imogen and the Knife I’m waiting on the afterglow I’m waiting on the afterglow I’m waiting on the afterglow When I’m with you I’m waiting on the afterglow I’m waiting on the afterglow I’m waiting on the afterglow When I’m with you I’m waiting on the afterglow I’m waiting on the afterglow I’m waiting on the afterglow When I’m with you I’m waiting on the afterglow I’m waiting on the afterglow I’m waiting on the afterglow When I’m with you Activate the landing gear Hold me close Do your worst