[ Предположительная тональность: G ] G C Turnstiles on mezzanine G C G Jetways and Dramamine fiends and x-ray machines C You were hurling through space G C G-forces twisting your face G Breeding superstition D A fatal premonition C You know you got to envision G The fiery crash C G Oh, close your eyes and you wake up C Face stuck to a vinyl settee C G Oh, the line was starting to break up C Just as you were starting to say G C G Something apropos, I don't know G C Beige tiles and magazines G C G Lou Dobbs and the CNN team on every monitor screen C You were caught in the crossfire G C Where every human face has you G C Reaching for your mace, so it's G Kind of an imposition C A fatal premonition D C To save our lives you got to envision D C To save all our lives you got to envision D C G And to save all our lives you've got to envision the fiery crash C It's just a formality G C What must I explain? G C Just a nod to mortality D Before you get on G Before you get on a plane C G Oh, close your eyes and you wake up C Face stuck to a vinyl settee C G Oh, the line was starting to break up D G ..what was that you were going to say?