Wide eyed
  Knee deep in surprise
  Just below your thighs the temperature drops 5 degrees
  Your stand-by flight has just arrived
  Tongue-tied bleeding from your eyes
  Even Christ himself would cringe
  at the sight of your scars
  While you're counting sheep
  I'll count my lucky stars
  You were the last good thing I ever saw
  I lost it all
  I lost it all
  Burned out on 2 hours of shut-eye
  Eyes glazed at the thought of the next 8 hours
  Headwind cold rain to wake me
  You were the last good thing I ever saw