Caught in the middle of a crossfire, lost my balance on a high wire, trying to figure out what to do.
Pushed to the edge of my reason, everywhere around me, it’s treason. I don’t want to do that to you.
Kamikaze airplanes in the sky, are we going down or will we fly? This could be a shipwreck on the shore, or we could sail away forevermore. This time, it’s sink or swim, sink or swim.
Hearing the song in your laughter, a melody I chase after, no one else has done this to me.
Kamikaze airplanes in the sky, are we going down or will we fly? This could be a shipwreck on the shore, or we could sail away forevermore. This time, it’s sink or swim.
Take a deep breath; no more time left; this is what I thought I wanted; why am I afraid?
Kamikaze airplanes in the sky, are we going down or will we fly? This could be a shipwreck on the shore, or we could sail away forevermore. Kamikaze airplanes in the sky, are we going down or will we fly? This could be a shipwreck on the shore, or we could sail away forevermore. This time, it’s sink or swim, sink or swim.
Tyrone Wells.
