The plane is starting to smoke   I think that everyone knows   That this thing will soon be going down   Some people think that we'll choke   Some people think there's hope   Which will it be?   When we know we see the ending   Quickly fading, we see that we're dying   I know it's a tragedy   That sometimes people can lose their wings   Now we're crashing down, what will they see?   When there's nothing left, who are we?   It's going down like a flame   There's no one out there to blame   We made our choice and now there's no more time   The black box is hearing the hope and the fearing   What will it say?   After all the smoke has cleared   There's only one record that they'll ever see   Our black box says it all, it tells them who we are