| Song | At This Velocity |
| Artist | Thursday |
| Album | A City By The Light Divided |
| 作词 : Rickly, Thursday | |
| OkayWe were safe, now we're paralyzed | |
| Suspended in flight | |
| At this speed it makes no difference | |
| Where I start and where | |
| I endOr if we're sitting in an emergency aisle | |
| We could be dead, complete the equation | |
| Our names are ' | |
| X' and 'N' | |
| We have no value in these calculations | |
| Placed on a plane, pointed straight down | |
| Traveling at 500 feet per second5000 feet from the ground | |
| How long will it take us to hit? | |
| How fast will we start the disintegration? | |
| Don't die now, just keep moving | |
| Don't die now, just keep moving | |
| How long will it take us to hit? | |
| How fast will we start the disintegration? | |
| We could be safe here forever | |
| Floating in the clean blue air | |
| Somewhere between the sun that gives us light | |
| And the ground that puts it out | |
| And we'll kneel in the aisles | |
| Press our hands together and close our eyes | |
| Speak these words so softly | |
| To the black box and it goes | |
| Mother, father can you hear this? | |
| I want to thank you for all of your sweetness | |
| I'm not coming home, | |
| I'm never coming home |
| zuò cí : Rickly, Thursday | |
| OkayWe were safe, now we' re paralyzed | |
| Suspended in flight | |
| At this speed it makes no difference | |
| Where I start and where | |
| I endOr if we' re sitting in an emergency aisle | |
| We could be dead, complete the equation | |
| Our names are ' | |
| X' and ' N' | |
| We have no value in these calculations | |
| Placed on a plane, pointed straight down | |
| Traveling at 500 feet per second5000 feet from the ground | |
| How long will it take us to hit? | |
| How fast will we start the disintegration? | |
| Don' t die now, just keep moving | |
| Don' t die now, just keep moving | |
| How long will it take us to hit? | |
| How fast will we start the disintegration? | |
| We could be safe here forever | |
| Floating in the clean blue air | |
| Somewhere between the sun that gives us light | |
| And the ground that puts it out | |
| And we' ll kneel in the aisles | |
| Press our hands together and close our eyes | |
| Speak these words so softly | |
| To the black box and it goes | |
| Mother, father can you hear this? | |
| I want to thank you for all of your sweetness | |
| I' m not coming home, | |
| I' m never coming home |