Josephine's Flying Machine

Happiness is a debt we owe to those we've lost along the road The light pollutes, the stars are bright And all the pyromaniacs are out tonight and on a roll Let's just lay in the grass, let em duke it out It's too romantic to recite Up she goes til she explodes Across the sky, blinds our eyes A spectacle left in single file Tail lights, no end in sight But if you squint just right The color spreads and it bleeds out Family pictures at the funeral This is the last time we'll all be here As friends we gather, hearts are true Spirits near, we call to you