I want you to know I will always be here,
and that there is nothing that you have to fear.
This accelerating nosedive we have taken
needs our pilot to reawaken.
I want us to rise up past this mess,
but our chances of survival are less and less.
The people around us are getting frantic,
for we're all headed to the cold atlantic.
I hold you tight, knowing this fate,
but we look at each other, calm and sedate.
I want to be with you through it all,
and I guess I couldn't prevent this one great fall.
Staring into your green-brown eyes,
I tell you our limit is to the sky.
I say our love is unlike all the rest,
that this crash is maybe for the best.
And as we continue this downward spiral,
all I can do is pray with you for our survival.