Testo Helicopter

I'll spin the wheel on green before it feels like we're out of control
You keep your silence of knowing what the future can hold
Head noise in whirlwind time, well it's impossible to know
We're running fueling off feeling before grinding to a halt

Dials looking back at me, I swear one just winked
Thankful we're in a dream, they can't hear me think
In for a rough ride, headed for the deep Hovering in low heights, now grasping before we sink

Hell or heaven headed
Maybe there and back again
Hell or heaven headed
Maybe there and back again

Well, who said it's whose fault? Some stained glass got broke
One stolen last smoke, a fire gone and stoked
More fuel to the flame, whose bird and whose plane?
Have we left the ground? Who's the captain now?

Hell or heaven headed
Maybe there and back again
Hell or heaven headed Maybe there and back again

Yeah

Hell or heaven headed
Maybe there and back again
Hell or heaven headed
Maybe there and back again