Текст песни Thirty-Five Thousand Feet of Despair - The Flaming Lips
Another moth disintegrates
Hovering in the beam of a searchlight
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
Why is it so high
Why is it so much
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