The First Words - Gwen Stacy

Don’t let them make you think

Let them make you think your doubt is disbelief

It’s time you finally listen to the things I have to say

I’ve been talking with no response

It’s time for your attention

Are you ready to listen?

Now listen for what you’ve missed every time before

In this conversation with the known unknown

Mouth shut, eyes wide, ready and willing

I’ve let open the skies this very night

I’ll sit and wait while the stars they take their time

Because I’m starved with empty hands

And I’ve been, I’ve been a broken man, I’ve been a broken man

Oh, pilot of pilots, come fly me home

I’m coming, coming to say goodnight, I’m coming to say

If I have one more day to live then I have one more day to fight

If I have one more day then that’s one more day to fight

Then that’s one more day to fight

Sometimes it’s just too hard to make myself believe

To make myself believe that you’ll catch me when I fall

That you’ll catch me when I fall

Don’t let them make you think

Let them make you think your doubt is disbelief

Don’t let them make you think your doubt is disbelief

Don’t let them make you think your doubt is disbelief

I’m not about to pretend to be something that I’m not

I’m not about to pretend to be something that I’m not

Because I’m starved with empty hands

And I’ve been, I’ve been a broken man, I’ve been a broken man

Oh, pilot of pilots, come fly me home

I’m coming, coming to say goodnight, I’m coming to say

Oh, pilot of pilots, come fly me home

I’m coming, coming to say goodnight, I’m coming to say

If I have one more day to live, one more day