| Song | Fiery Crash |
| Artist | Andrew Bird |
| Album | Armchair Apocrypha |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : | |
| Turnstiles on mezzanine | |
| Jet ways and Dramamine fiends | |
| And x-ray machines | |
| You were hurling through space | |
| G-forces twisting your face | |
| Breeding superstition | |
| A fatal premonition | |
| You know you got to envision | |
| The fiery crash | |
| Oh close your eyes and you wake up | |
| Face stuck to a vinyl settee | |
| Oh the line was starting to break up | |
| Just as you were starting to say | |
| Something apropos I don't know | |
| Beige tiles and magazines | |
| Lou Dobbs and the CNN team | |
| On every monitor screen | |
| You were caught in the crossfire | |
| Where every human face | |
| Has you reaching for your mace | |
| So it's kind of an imposition | |
| Fatal premonition | |
| To save our lives you've got to envision | |
| And to save all our lives you've got to envision | |
| The fiery crash | |
| It's just a formality | |
| Why must I explain? | |
| Just a nod to mortality | |
| Before you get on a plane | |
| Oh close your eyes and you wake up | |
| Face stuck to a vinyl settee | |
| Oh the line was starting to break up | |
| What was that you were going to say? |
| zuo qu : | |
| Turnstiles on mezzanine | |
| Jet ways and Dramamine fiends | |
| And xray machines | |
| You were hurling through space | |
| Gforces twisting your face | |
| Breeding superstition | |
| A fatal premonition | |
| You know you got to envision | |
| The fiery crash | |
| Oh close your eyes and you wake up | |
| Face stuck to a vinyl settee | |
| Oh the line was starting to break up | |
| Just as you were starting to say | |
| Something apropos I don' t know | |
| Beige tiles and magazines | |
| Lou Dobbs and the CNN team | |
| On every monitor screen | |
| You were caught in the crossfire | |
| Where every human face | |
| Has you reaching for your mace | |
| So it' s kind of an imposition | |
| Fatal premonition | |
| To save our lives you' ve got to envision | |
| And to save all our lives you' ve got to envision | |
| The fiery crash | |
| It' s just a formality | |
| Why must I explain? | |
| Just a nod to mortality | |
| Before you get on a plane | |
| Oh close your eyes and you wake up | |
| Face stuck to a vinyl settee | |
| Oh the line was starting to break up | |
| What was that you were going to say? |
| zuò qǔ : | |
| Turnstiles on mezzanine | |
| Jet ways and Dramamine fiends | |
| And xray machines | |
| You were hurling through space | |
| Gforces twisting your face | |
| Breeding superstition | |
| A fatal premonition | |
| You know you got to envision | |
| The fiery crash | |
| Oh close your eyes and you wake up | |
| Face stuck to a vinyl settee | |
| Oh the line was starting to break up | |
| Just as you were starting to say | |
| Something apropos I don' t know | |
| Beige tiles and magazines | |
| Lou Dobbs and the CNN team | |
| On every monitor screen | |
| You were caught in the crossfire | |
| Where every human face | |
| Has you reaching for your mace | |
| So it' s kind of an imposition | |
| Fatal premonition | |
| To save our lives you' ve got to envision | |
| And to save all our lives you' ve got to envision | |
| The fiery crash | |
| It' s just a formality | |
| Why must I explain? | |
| Just a nod to mortality | |
| Before you get on a plane | |
| Oh close your eyes and you wake up | |
| Face stuck to a vinyl settee | |
| Oh the line was starting to break up | |
| What was that you were going to say? |