When you finish spinning, focus on the cockpit floor    Until you hear the crash-landing through the hardwood floor       Skywriter    Eyes crossing, jaws dropping, lost and found    Reset your sonic bearings to her sideways sound       Skywriter    Now if you're smitten with the altitude, why come back down?    Let me turn that ponytail into a triple crown       Skywriter    I got a face like a saint    Eyes rolled back in a faint, anticipating the change    Patron of lying in wait    Bookmark the line about fate    No way your outta my range