I'm sorry that your body tells your mind to ache Halfway home, I remember how I loathe your pain If he was riding shotgun, I'd floor it off this bridge In flight I close my eyes Save me, hold on tight On impact, all goes black I wake up on the shore Commercial plane cuts through Cotton candy clouds Violently tearing pieces Bleeding sunshine through The heat slips through my cuts Who's the savior now? Lying down Ask the sun to heal our bodies Hold on tight We might just be alright We might just be alright We might just be alright We might just be alright