Black Box Recording lyrics

Slung from the hoary heavens

With disbelief suspended

On a shining pendulum of faith



Hanging half awake and dreaming

Of burning cities gleaming

Beneath a sky of ash and slate



And as the fuselage goes dark

You`re thinking ain`t it funny

Still owe some people money



It`s hard to keep from laughing

No smoking sign is flashing

Your mask descends without a sound



Your starboard hope receding

Even the sky is bleeding

You sure could use a smoke right now



And all the people wave their arms

But you can`t hear them screaming

You`re floating through the ceiling



There`s no gravity that can bring you down again

It`s almost over now

And you hope they don`t wake you up



Now the sun is shining

Somewhere the sun is shining

But it sure ain`t shining on you now