This tile-floored palace sits before me
Atmospheric disturbance and I see it
Billowing from the skies of the southeast
A feast

And while I sit the sirens scream
Frightened patience wastes away in moments

On the way out, we’re on the way up
Time to make our hasty escape
Before time runs too late

The pavement leaps away beneath us
Rushing with a vengeance and I see it
Towering from the skies in the west
No rest

And while we run the engines gun
And slow motion moments waste away in time

On the way out, we’re on the way up
Time to make our hasty escape
Before time runs too late

These airline seats small and fearless
Lead walls closed doors and I feel it
Billowing southeastern dust cloud
So loud

And while I sit the sirens scream
A million voices cry out their finalized words