Stowaway in the wheel wells of a plane
My adventurous nature has nearly killed me again
Away I fled to Somalia to see my parents in an
internment camp
A state of hibernation at forty-thousand feet all the way
No replies from the mainland for now
Do they wonder where I will be found?
Before I fall asleep I could see the sea
My eyes peering through the hole, my face against the hull
All my limbs go numb and I think, “What have I done?!”
Losing oxygen, sinking through the cold, circling the void
I forgot to save me from myself
A state of hibernation at forty-thousand feet all the way
No replies from the mainland for now
Do they wonder where I will be found?
this was the first track to resonate with me and it still does. "never really drowning but never really out of the water". says what i can't find the words for. Peace