The Flaming Lips Thirty-Five Thousand Feet Of Despair Lyrics
Last updated: 06/13/2012 12:00:00 PM
Another moth disintegrates
hovering in the beam of a searchlights
that's looking for a trace of a plane
whose pilot it's a shame has gone insane.
You can see the silhouette across the moon
he hung himself mid-flight in the bathroom.
Why is it so high?
Why is it so much?