My flight has come to an end,
My feet are down on the ground again,
While my mood is hanging onto the swings of dear life,
And my soul is craving and yearning,
But all of that is burning,
And the ashes don't make a sound,
The music of love is silent as the fog runs out,
and I'm falling from heaven,
landing on Jupiter,
Burning the flesh from my bones as
Hell asks for a second chance at Paradise.