Plane Crash

We're coming home on a plane crash.
We trip away through the night.
We're breaking up on impact.
We'll bring it to you live.
We're itching. We need it.
You're broken. You're bleeding.
We're living. We're learning.
We're watching you burning.
We know what we really want.
We know what we really want.
We're creeping into your living room.
We're crawling into your bed.
We're taking you all back to school.
We're bringing you our dead.
We're itching. We need it.
You're broken. You're bleeding.
We're living. We're learning.
We're watching you burning.
We know what we really want.
We know what we really want.
We found a friend in Jesus
Via sattelite.
He says there's nothing to regret.
Just bring it to me live.
We're itching. We need it.
You're broken. You're bleeding.
We're living. We're learning.
We're watching you burning.
We know what we really want.
We know what we really want.
We know what we really want.