I had a dream last night that scared me.
Upon a strange and distant shore.
Although I know inside, it can't be.
I know that I've been there before.
I'd never been there in the daytime.
I might have been there in the night.
Although I know it was no playtime.
In fact, I've never known such fright.
I know that I have been there once before.
Although it's in the future, I am sure.
They fly by in their tight formation.
Each model dwarfs the ones before.
Metallic birds in their migration.
I know a few will fly no more.
A supersonic flying Delta.
A flying Fortress at its side.
Spectators flee in holy terror.
As they watch the two collide.
A day-long second and they're falling.
A plume of smoke, a sheet of flame.
I hear the sound of voices calling (calling).
[instrumental break (simulating the sound of planes crashing)].