Skywriter Songtext
When you finish spinning, focus on the cockpit floor
Until you hear the crash-landing through the hardwood floor

Skywriter
Eyes crossing, jaws dropping, lost and found
Reset your sonic bearings to her sideways sound

Skywriter
Now if you're smitten with the altitude, why come back down?
Let me turn that ponytail into a triple crown

Skywriter
I got a face like a saint
Eyes rolled back in a faint, anticipating the change
Patron of lying in wait
Bookmark the line about fate
No way your outta my range