Casualties Of Cool - Flight

And so it goes...
A window left open
I find myself drawn,
To the evening.
Oh, throw me out.
I'm already leaving.
Or float me down
To my reaping.
Paint the streets red
With my decision.
Feed the pigeons
With my collision.
I am beyond all this.
I wash my hands of it.
This is my request:
Wish me the best.
This is my request: Wish me the best.

Now I'm fall all the way
Now I call the way
I call all the way, Ave Maria.
I wanted to say
How much I miss you now,
And so it goes.
How much I miss you now,
The window…
Oh, throw me out.
I'm flying…
Or float me down
To my reaping.

How bad I miss you.