Lyrics:

We must be wary of fallen stars
They're always poking around in the dark
The aerial view of a dying man
Slowly become an invisible man

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
And it's absurd
A silver bird
Could 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 'Could you help me?', but nobody heard

Fear of flying
Is eating you whole
I have no fear of dying at all
So it's absurd
Silver bird
Could have a fear of dying at all

You may be wary of ghosts of your past
Sexless and incorrigible in the dark
Making an aerial map of abuse
All of the arrows are leading to home

Fear of flying
Is eating you whole
I have no fear of dying at all
And it's absurd
A silver bird
Could have a fear of flying at all

Have a fear of flying at all
Could have a fear of flying at all