Original at http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16400783/.

Lyrics:

I'm sitting at 35A.
The window shows nothing but fog past the runway.
The stewardess is nice enough, I guess.
But I'm not really focusing much.
My wings are a bit cramped in my seat.

I feel the plane start to rush forth and take us up.
My dragon's blood falling back in my veins.
And the fog falls away to reveal the city.

There's nothing much to do for these five hours. (silence...)
Some boring games and fantasy flicks.
I just don't have the will for stuff like that.
But there's way too much light to try to sleep. (Try to respirate...)
If only I had paper, I could try to draw.

I don't remember the last time I made love.
I wish I could feel that belonged again.
Better to suffer alone than this lukewarm void.

I'm held in some castle dressed in chains. (Calm down, you're not dead yet.)
The air's so cold and I feel sick deep inside.
There's someone out there making sounds I could hear.
His shouting feels like scraping in my ears. (Honi soit qui mal y pense.)
He sees me, and charges at me, sword in hand.

I never felt this much pain in my life,
Trapped within the stone walls of this raison d'être.
End this hell, turn it off, make it stop.

I wake up to cold tears stained in my pillow.
My head's a little sore from my horns pressed against the window.
The tigress with me asks if I'm alright.
I tell her so, and adjust to the light.
We've landed back in cityscape again.

I don't remember the last time I dreamt those nightmares.
I'm glad I don't feel that despised again.
Better this lukewarm void than to suffer alone.