the parades end

masterpiece of fingers all pointing towards the tiger
lets get up and finish the circus, the parade is almost over
untrimmed hearts of flesh, cold and all dried out
we are what we wanna be, the best of the worst till today

rowing on, lets move down, we can go, finish strong
i know where we are suppose to be, we missed the approach yesterday
if we try today then maybe we can finish it tomorrow
one approach a day, set the gear in the path

get the tiger on, we mustn’t waste now
this time if we miss it were through
we are wasting time, the tiger is waving us down
he is directing us on the right flight path now

surrender to his negotiation, he knows what is right
we can see and sense his splendor is in sight
land the plane, pick him up
if we don’t get him our lives are far stuck

let him fly, lets take his course
he’s flown before, we jumped out on him
its our turn now to depend on him
he’s a friend to take us to the end