Coming In

We invented our wings, we have learned how to soar
We made a pass at the Moon, and now we want so much more.

Coming in smooth and slow
Feeling high, breathing low
All of my life has led me here
There you lie beneath, so still and so near
Are you dreaming, indifferent to me?
Are you waiting for my touch?

I’m. . .
Coming in, riding fire
Overrode fly-by-wire
Trying to find a safe landfall
Running out of fuel, the margin so small
Will I strike you, and die with the blow?
Will you bear my lightest touch?

I’m. . .
Coming in, mouth gone dry
Thinking how I’m the guy
Destined to be the first you’ll know
There you lie beneath, your face is aglow
When I kiss you, will you take my soul?
When I leave you, will you free me?