Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Landing Light - Conway Story

Honey, give me the gun
You’re tired and I’m too scared to run
Look what this has become,
A lottery there to be won

Honey, give me the gun
Am I the emotional one?
The noise in your head has begun again
Don’t panic, don’t panic

I got something right
‘cos you came back tonight
I’m your landing
I’m your landing light

Honey, give me the gun
You don’t see the flare for the glare of the sun
The fear in the fun
The curse and the blessing to come

Honey, give me the gun
You act like I’m killing someone
The deafening noise coming on again
Don’t panic, don’t panic

I’ll guide you down
With silent treatment

A pressure loss and tho you’re brave
You’re crash-position safe
And down by midnight
I’m your landing light

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