chalked that grin
like a cueball
light the way with glowing skin
well pressed blues and gold combine
to reassure us it's all fine
blank stars are co-ordinates
for skytracks we cannot see
but we know
he'll get us home
i don't think about it much
but when i do it makes me better

Lyrics submitted by *sarah*

now we trust the pilot song meanings
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