D.O.A.

I remember, we were flying along
And hit something in the air.

Laying here, looking at the ceiling
Someone lays a sheet across my chest
Something warm is flowing down my fingers
Pain is flowing all through my back.

I try to move my arm and there's no feeling
And when I look, I see there's nothing there
The face beside me stopped bleeding
The girl I knew has such a distant stare.

I remember, we were flying along
And hit something in the air.

Then I look straight at the attendant
His face is pale as it can be
He bends and whispers something softly
He says there's no chance for me.

I remember, we were flying along
And hit something in the air.

Life is flowing out my body
Pain is flowing out with my blood
The sheets are red and moist where I'm lying
God in Heaven, teach me how to die.

I remember, we were flying along
And hit something in the air.