here comes the fanfare
announcing us but they block the runway
and i've grown mad like a christ-dog
pulling this big block of goodness
and i'm laid out in the cave light with these memories of you
i sank with with habits all along in my room

but i breathe the air above the hands that fold around me
i was the valentine upon the wicked stage
and all through the fires of youth
i thought i would be a pilot

and all through the fires of youth
i thought i would be a pilot