Ghost Plane Songtext
von Excuses for Skipping

Dont ask what you already know
There′s a ghost pilot in this plane ride
Close your mouth and let me open the door
And let the particles converge in one place

There are places in the spaces above
Where our heads remain in constant chatter
All the rays and the beams will collide
And the chaos it will become ordered, all the same

In tight concentration
In the atomic center's lonely spark
It′s the micro-voltage
And we feel it even when we are saying we are not


In between the carnivorous men
All trying to steal a little piece of your fishnets
Your ex-lovers got you buying his tea
I make you coconut drinks cause you're nervous

Climb to the top of the butterfly's wing
We end up crashing on the floor of this train wreck house again
Your ex-lover′s passing out on the couch
And i refuse to make love under the waning moon she said

These are the places where all of the wasted actions and conversations
Split the carbon and it feels just like a frustrated lone machine

She hides it all and runs to the forest, runs to the forest
Legs all tangled in the juniper trees

Don′t ask what you already know
There's a ghost pilot in this airplane