Fear Of Flying Lyrics - After Murder Park - Auteurs

You may be wary of fallen stars 

They're always poking around in the dark 

The aerial view of a dying man 

Screaming out, "Can you help me, invisible man?" 

You must be wary of ghosts in the dark 

They know all your history, they know all your past 

All of the angels are doing their bit 

Clearing the house of your animal shit 

Fear of flying is eating you whole 

I have no fear of dying at all 

It's absurd that a silver bird 

Should have a fear of flying at all 

You may be wary of who you short change 

Keeping the short-con well within range 

The aerial view of an idiot bird 

Screaming out, "Can you help me?", but nobody heard