Crash Landing
crash landing
bang, smash, crash
i am out of control
i am out of my mind
i cannot help what i do
crash landing
confession is a friend
never understand
i am coming down –
through the clouds
i look around
crash landing
rushing towards the ground
but i am not going to die
i am in touch –
with the other people
that is why,
i can fly with angels
but it is always a crash landing
see the trees –
not so long standing
i have gone over the top
and down the hill
i am so high on the way i feel
crash landing
coming in for the kill
total destruction
James Garratt – 1994
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Crash Landing – Written Between Tuesday 15th February 1994 and November 1994 (Aged 18/19)
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