I’m Cold

I'm breathing a broken windscreen
My face is glistening, from broken glass
His dimply face is missing
Wonder why my mouth's so dry

I see a man that's crying
I'm cold and probably I'm dying
I'm bleeding but
Thinking of an apple pie

I see a man that's crying
I'm cold, and probably I'm dying
My hair's a mess
And I'm wondering if its nice to die

Burning of flesh smells funny
The radio's playing "Crash, boom, bang"
Like breathing underwater
I feel relaxed, comfortably numb

I see my mother smiling
I'm cold and numb, but my body's flying
The lights are flashing
Will Trudi wear a suit and tie?

I see a crew that's trying
I'm warming up, but the crew is crying
Is this the end?
Is there pie in the sky when I die?'

I see a man that's crying
I'm cold and probably I'm dying
I'm bleeding but
Thinking about apple pie

I see a man that's crying
I'm cold and probably I'm trying
My hair's a mess
And I'm wondering if its nice to die

I see my mother smiling
I'm cold and my body's flying
The lights are flashing
Will Trudi wear a suit and tie?

I see a crew that's trying
I'm warming up, but the crew is crying
Is this the end?
Is there pie in the sky when I die?

When I die