No Parachutes

Let's build a plane out of styrofoam and cellophane
And whatever’s left behind the shed
Let's cut across the Atlantic where we'll both live off
Of strange love with strangers

Packed to the roof with our plastic guns and hiking boots
And we’ve left no room for parachutes
And this gasoline is enough to only get us to
Strange love with strangers
God save us from this love

Let's build a plane out of styrofoam and cellophane
And the scraps our parents threw away
Let's cut across the Atlantic where we'll both live off
Of strange love with strangers
There's nothing here to keep me from
This strange love of danger

And if this plane goes down
Then we all go down
And then we all go down

(Love, love)
No parachutes
No parachutes
So let's get this right
(See you on the other side)
If we get this right
(See you on the other side)
Or if we all go down
(See you on the other side)
If we get this right
(See you on the other side)
Or if we drown
(I'll see you on the other side)

I'll see you on the other side