we were safe   now we're paralyzed   suspended in flight   at this speed it makes no difference   where I start and where you end   or if you sit in an emergency aisle.      we could be dead   complete the equation:   our names are X and N   we have no value   in these calculations:   we're placed on a plane,   pointed straight down,   traveling at five-hundred feet per-second,   five-thousand feet from the ground--how long will it take us to hit?   how fast will we start the disintegration?   no time left-just keep moving      we could be safe here, forever,   floating in the clean blue air.   somewhere between the sun that gives us light and the ground that puts it out.   (flight attendant: )   we'll kneel in the aisles,   press our hands together, close our eyes and speak these words so softly into the black box and it goes:   "mother, father, can you hear this?   I want to thank you for all of the sweetness but I'm not coming home, we're never coming home."