[Intro] Low engine, thin air Maps folded on the chair [Verse 1] The ridge is rising through the haze A red mark waits beyond the glass Your hand is steady on the yoke But every quiet second passes [Pre-Chorus] The ground comes close The margin bends A measured voice breaks through again [Chorus] Pull up, pull up Woop woop, pull up Bring the nose toward open blue Pull up, pull up Woop woop, pull up There is still a way through [Verse 2] The valley narrows into stone The altimeter turns cold and bright A warning cuts across the hum And draws a border under flight [Bridge] Terrain, terrain Woop woop, pull up Terrain, terrain Leave the mountain room [Final Chorus] Pull up, pull up Woop woop, pull up Feel the aircraft answer you Pull up, pull up Woop woop, pull up Find the clear horizon too [Outro] Engine fading, open air The warning disappears
