Pilot - Kari Rueslåtten

You just want to strip me

Off of who I am

Divide me into pieces

And then you can decide

What it is you want

A heart a mind a f**k

If it’s all the same to you

I’ll choose instead

It’s a close race, close race

You’re pushing the buttons now

As fast as you can

Close race, close race

Now it’s time to understand

And leave you, leave you

Stranded here

A pilot with no plane

My parachute will open

While yours will fail

And it doesn’t really matter

If your crash-helmet is on

I’ll just light another

Of your cigarettes

And the ghosts that haunt this house

Will slowly fade away