Thin line between our lives Boys and girls I learnt to crash There’re no heart’s explosions I sacrifice myself And you will hear my voice Our plane takes off But runaway is fatal
When I hear your voice Like a boring rain I will make your choice I create your pain Lost in coldest space Try to feel my spice We will fly away Pilots in disguise
Spice pilots fly away Crash and burn We see another gate And saint Peter hail us The angels cut our wings The demons hold our hands We say goodbye And step away from heaven
When I hear your voice Like a boring rain I will make your choice I create your pain Lost in coldest space Try to feel my spice We will fly away Pilots in disguise